Hearing the familiar title, Zhao Rong breathed a sigh of relief, handed over the 'hot' tea cup a little bit shamelessly, and said with a relaxed smile:

"Come, You Rong, it's getting cold. It's just right to have a cup of hot tea in the evening... Well, I'm a little nostalgic for the time I was in the academy before. It's time to go to You Rong's Yilan Pavilion to drink well water tea every week. It's still your craft.

good."

He sighed with emotion and said with a smile: "But today, come and taste the tea I brewed."

Zhu Yourong looked at Zhao Rong and smiled slightly, his temperament was elegant and gentle.

It was as if he was back to the intimate female gentleman who elegantly made tea for him in the early morning.

Just when Zhao Rong was relieved, Zhu Yourong did not raise his hand, but looked at him, smiled politely and said:

"Sorry, Tzuyu, I'm a bit of a germaphobe and can't drink from a cup that has been used by others." She seemed to be referring to something.

"???" Someone froze.

Zhao Rong:(╯°Д°)╯︵┻━┻

(turn over the table)
Chapter completed!