Farce
"Mr. Shen, you're really proficient in the tea ceremony?" Watching Shen Wuxiao's practiced movements, Liz looked at him with blind admiration.
Shen Wuxiao smiled faintly. "Yes, I'm proficient in tea. I'm very good at tea. Do you want to be tea? Or are you asking for tea?"
Liz froze. Was this some kind of professional terminology?
"I... I'm asking for tea..."
"Mm, you have great taste... This kind of tea has more water!" Shen Wuxiao nodded. "It's been a long time since I met someone who shared my interests."
"Liz, do you know? Although you're not the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, you're definitely the most flavorful one!"
"Really?" Liz lowered her head shyly.
"Of course. For some people, temperament determines everything. Your seductive aura, paired with your innocent appearance, gives you a feeling that's hard to resist."
"To be honest, if I wanted to pursue someone, it would be easy. But with you, I think... I might be serious."
Liz was overjoyed. Eldest Young Master Shen was human too; as long as he was human, he could not escape temptation.
"Mr. Shen, does this count as a confession?" Liz appeared very calm.
"What do you think?"
Liz pressed her lips together. "Actually, I'm a little afraid. I'm afraid of meeting someone who won't treat me well."
"Because of my family of origin, I can't help but worry."
"How so?" Shen Wuxiao asked.
"Actually, even my current name was chosen later. My original surname was Yang. My name was Yang Li!"
"I..."
Liz began playing the victim, making up a story that would make any man's heart ache.
Shen Wuxiao listened attentively, looking astonished.
"Your experience is very, very similar to that of a friend I know."
"Really?" Liz said.
"Yes!" Shen Wuxiao nodded. "That friend of mine