Su Qing ignored the fragrance of the tea and sized up the purple-haired beauty before him with a scrutinizing gaze.
She was a mature beauty with a full figure, dressed in a gauzy gown.
Her slender figure was faintly visible beneath the gauze, carrying a hazy, enchanting beauty.
Her long purple hair was tied up, and her exquisite features held the charm of a mature woman.
Rimless glasses rested on her delicate nose, adding a touch of intellectual elegance.
Her vermilion lips, painted with cinnabar, curved slightly upward, making her look both reserved and alluring.
She was elegant and intellectual yet peerlessly enchanting, perfectly blending two entirely different styles.
Too much of the former would make her seem stern, while too much of the latter would make her look vulgar.
She rose and gave a slight bow, several strands of purple hair falling in front of her.
In terms of posture, there was not the slightest problem.
After looking her over, Su Qing withdrew his gaze.
He had to admit that her appearance really hit all his preferences. She was quite excellent.
So... he didn't mind giving her a little face at all.
The young man nodded, pulled over a chair, and sat down.
The clear tea in the porcelain cup carried a faint fragrance, refreshing the mind and soothing the spirit.
"Mm, fine tea!
Smooth on the tongue, clear and pleasant, with a lingering fragrance."
Su Qing lifted the cup and took a sip, praising it.
"Young Master understands tea?"
Zi Lan asked in surprise.
"I don't. I'm just using a standard line."
Su Qing asked very frankly,
"You actually believed me?"
"..."
Faced with Su Qing's question, the smile on Zi Lan's face froze.
It was extremely awkward!
Even though she had witnessed plenty of grand occasions, this