Cheng Yaojia was startled. She instinctively adjusted her clothes, cleared her throat, and called softly, "Come in."
The door creaked open. It was a maid bringing up tea.
With an outsider present, Cheng Yaojia hurriedly sat upright, resuming her usual image as a dignified and gentle young mistress.
After the maid left, Song Qingshu could not help laughing. "I did not even touch you just now. Why were you fixing your clothes, Madam?"
Cheng Yaojia's face flushed crimson, and she pouted coyly. "You are still as bad as ever, Young Master. The moment we meet, you start teasing me."
Song Qingshu loved seeing her shy, faintly reproachful expression. "I am a guest in your residence. Will Madam not even serve me a cup of tea?"
Cheng Yaojia's almond-shaped eyes widened as she looked blankly at the teacup by his hand. "Wasn't tea already served to you?"
Song Qingshu simply poured out the tea beside him. "It is good tea, but the vulgarity on the maid's hands ruined the mood."
"Then you can just stay thirsty." Knowing he was deliberately finding fault, Cheng Yaojia gave a soft snort, though her lips were full of smiles.
"I wonder whether I have the good fortune to drink a cup of tea personally brewed by Madam?" Song Qingshu asked with a smile.
Cheng Yaojia blushed. "Weren't you afraid that vulgarity would ruin the mood?"
Song Qingshu laughed. "The maid's hands may indeed be full of vulgarity, but Madam's hands are full of spirit."
Cheng Yaojia burst into laughter and hurriedly covered her mouth. "Young Master really knows how to please girls with that mouth of yours."
"If I have pleased Madam, then I hope you will not begrudge me a cup of clear tea," Song Qingshu said persistently.
Cheng Yaojia's lovely eyes shifted as