"Yes." Xia Ziluo didn't care about the taste, he picked it up and poured it into his mouth.
This look is a bit bold, quite like a real young man.
Ye Muran's eyes lit up when he saw it. He picked up the tea cup as if he was sipping tea, but his eyes were clearly tasting the person in front of him.
"As night falls, how are the tailors' craftsmanship progressing? Show me the latest garment samples." The smoke stopped coming from his throat, and Xia Ziluo immediately got down to business.
This is a top priority, and whether it can be carried out smoothly depends entirely on their skills.
"Let's go upstairs and talk." Ye Muran put down the tea cup and led Xia Ziluo and Ju Qing upstairs.
But Ju Qing shook her hand: "I saw that there seems to be a new jewelry store opposite. Let's go and have a look. You guys chat, I'll be back soon."
"You are really a girl. When you meet someone you like, just buy something." Xia Ziluo chuckled, took off the purse he was carrying and threw it over.
Ju Qing was not polite, she caught it generously and held it up to her eyes and shook it: "Thank you husband, I'm not polite as a wife."
"What's mine is yours, don't worry about spending it on me." Xia Ziluo coughed, made a face at Ju Qing when the shopkeeper wasn't paying attention, and then climbed up to the second floor as the night fell.
Ju Qing glanced at the two people's backs ambiguously, then walked around shopping with her purse.
The second floor is decorated very much like a VIP room in some spa shops in the 21st century.
Luxurious and exquisite, there is a primrose-colored glazed screen carved from agarwood in the middle of the second floor, which divides the place into two. Therefore, the two styles of ancient and modern are cleverly combined without any conflict.
On the left, the place just upstairs is in an ancient style. There is a rosewood incense table in the middle, surrounded by rosewood chaise longues inlaid with ivory flowers, and several mahogany armchairs inlaid with marble.
On the right, the inner floor of the second floor is modern style. There is a floor table made of colored glaze in the center, and several red sofas are placed around it.
The windows on the second floor are all emerald green satin curtains, which look full of spring atmosphere without looking monotonous.
"Wow, how did you do this?" Xia Ziluo's eyes lit up when he saw the sofa, and he couldn't wait to run over and throw himself on the sofa.
"Don't!" Ye Muran flew to catch her.
As a result, he heard a scream of "ah" and Xia Ziluo fell onto the sofa, causing pain to his jaw and knees.
Ye Muran didn't rush to save her, and clenched her fists in frustration.
He looked at Xia Ziluo distressedly and stretched out his hand to rub her chin: "You just jumped up without asking me. You didn't tell me how I made the sofa. It was just a copycat. It hurts.
It doesn’t hurt, let me see if there are any bruises..."
"It's all your fault for not telling me earlier." Xia Ziluo pushed Ye Muran's hand away uncomfortably.
She moved her body to the left, away from him. Then, she opened a corner of the sofa and looked inside.
This is not a sofa, but the chaise longue is covered with soft tiger skin and covered with pomegranate red peacock brocade.
"I thought you made a sofa, but it turns out it's just a chaise longue like that outside. There are no springs, so you might as well add some cotton to it to make it feel soft." Xia Ziluo pouted dissatisfied.
Ye Ran saw how cute she was with her pouted lips. She fell in love with her so much that she couldn't help but reach out and pinch her pink cheeks. They were soft, smooth, and tender.
"Soft feeling? It's really very similar..." Ye Muran's voice suddenly became hoarse, with a hint of confusion.
Xia Ziluo hated his bad habit of using his hands and feet, so he slapped his hand off: "What does it look like? The sofa you made is very different from the real sofa!" "Yes." Xia Ziluo
I don't care what the taste is, I just pick it up and pour it into my mouth.
This look is a bit bold, quite like a real young man.
Ye Muran's eyes lit up when he saw it. He picked up the tea cup as if he was sipping tea, but his eyes were clearly tasting the person in front of him.
"As night falls, how are the tailors' craftsmanship progressing? Show me the latest garment samples." The smoke stopped coming from his throat, and Xia Ziluo immediately got down to business.
This is a top priority, and whether it can be carried out smoothly depends entirely on their skills.
"Let's go upstairs and talk." Ye Muran put down the tea cup and led Xia Ziluo and Ju Qing upstairs.
But Ju Qing shook her hand: "I saw that there seems to be a new jewelry store opposite. Let's go and have a look. You guys chat, I'll be back soon."
"You are really a girl. When you meet someone you like, just buy something." Xia Ziluo chuckled, took off the purse he was carrying and threw it over.
Ju Qing was not polite, she caught it generously and held it up to her eyes and shook it: "Thank you husband, I'm not polite as a wife."
"What's mine is yours, don't worry about spending it on me." Xia Ziluo coughed, made a face at Ju Qing when the shopkeeper wasn't paying attention, and then climbed up to the second floor as the night fell.
Ju Qing glanced at the two people's backs ambiguously, then walked around shopping with her purse.
The second floor is decorated very much like a VIP room in some spa shops in the 21st century.
Luxurious and exquisite, there is a primrose-colored glazed screen carved from agarwood in the middle of the second floor, which divides the place into two. Therefore, the two styles of ancient and modern are cleverly combined without any conflict.
On the left, the place just upstairs is in an ancient style. There is a rosewood incense table in the middle, surrounded by rosewood chaise longues inlaid with ivory flowers, and several mahogany armchairs inlaid with marble.
On the right, the inner floor of the second floor is modern style. There is a floor table made of colored glaze in the center, and several red sofas are placed around it.
The windows on the second floor are all emerald green satin curtains, which look full of spring atmosphere without looking monotonous.
"Wow, how did you do this?" Xia Ziluo's eyes lit up when he saw the sofa, and he couldn't wait to run over and throw himself on the sofa.
"Don't!" Ye Muran flew to catch her.
As a result, he heard a scream of "ah" and Xia Ziluo fell onto the sofa, causing pain to his jaw and knees.
Ye Muran didn't rush to save her, and clenched her fists in frustration.
He looked at Xia Ziluo distressedly and stretched out his hand to rub her chin: "You just jumped up without asking me. You didn't tell me how I made the sofa. It was just a copycat. It hurts.
It doesn’t hurt, let me see if there are any bruises..."
"It's all your fault for not telling me earlier." Xia Ziluo pushed Ye Muran's hand away uncomfortably.
She moved her body to the left, away from him. Then, she opened a corner of the sofa and looked inside.
This is not a sofa, but the chaise longue is covered with soft tiger skin and covered with pomegranate red peacock brocade.
"I thought you made a sofa, but it turns out it's just a chaise longue like that outside. There are no springs, so you might as well add some cotton to it to make it feel soft." Xia Ziluo pouted dissatisfied.
Ye Ran saw how cute she was with her pouted lips. She fell in love with her so much that she couldn't help but reach out and pinch her pink cheeks. They were soft, smooth, and tender.
"Soft feeling? It's really very similar..." Ye Muran's voice suddenly became hoarse, with a hint of confusion.
Xia Ziluo hated his bad habit of using his hands and feet, so he slapped his hand off: "What does it look like? The sofa you made is very different from the real sofa!"
