Su Fan rose from the ground and opened the guest room door.
"Creak..."
The door hinges let out a low groan as warm yellow candlelight spilled out, illuminating two graceful figures standing outside.
The junior sister wore a goose-yellow ruqun, the silver bells in her hair swaying gently with her movements. She was currently standing on tiptoe, carrying a gold-painted teapot, while spiritual mist rose from its spout and congealed into the phantom image of a swimming dragon in the evening light.
Senior Sister Bingli, meanwhile, wore a moon-white robe with wide sleeves. In the cloud-patterned tea tray nestled in the crook of her arm, emerald pastries and white-jade crisps glimmered with a lustrous sheen in the rosy light, as though they were shards of moonlight ground to pieces.
"Senior, this is Spirit Tea I snitched from my family's ancestor. I thought I'd let you have a taste..."
Faced with such a familiar girl, Su Fan had no idea what else to say and could only let them in.
The two entered the guest room and immediately began clumsily helping Su Fan brew tea.
Seeing how awkward they were, he guessed that neither of them had ever done much work at home. He took the teapot and tea set from them.
Su Fan brewed a pot of Spirit Tea and then poured each of them a cup.
They did not have much in common to talk about, so the atmosphere in the guest room quickly grew rather stifling.
Su Fan and the junior sister were still fine, but Senior Sister Bingli was much more awkward.
She lowered her head without saying a word. The tips of her ears were burning red, and even her neck was tinged with a faint flush. Yet she still pretended to remain composed, taking tiny