Outside the Reception Hall of the White Cloud Sect!
At this moment, Cheng Buzheng had no leisure to chat further with Madam Yao. He only wanted to send her away as quickly as possible.
Therefore.
His expression was cold, and his words concise.
"Speak. What is it?"
Hearing this.
Madam Yao shot the unromantic wooden block a flirtatious glare and said meaningfully, "Fellow Daoist, won't you invite me inside to sit for a while?"
When she said "sit for a while," her tone grew noticeably heavier.
Her words sounded perfectly proper, yet paired with that soft, coquettish manner, they somehow carried a hint of impropriety.
In response.
Cheng Buzheng was helpless as well.
After all, her request was not excessive. Instead, it made him seem as though he had failed in the duties of a host.
Thus, Cheng Buzheng had no way of dealing with Madam Yao, who always grasped the measure of things with such perfect precision.
"Madam, please!"
Left with no choice, he could only yield.
Immediately after.
The two entered the Reception Hall one after the other. Once seated...
Cheng Buzheng spoke again.
"Can you say it now?"
Seeing this.
Madam Yao's bewitching eyes rolled, and not only did she fail to answer, she instead assumed a pitiful, delicate expression and said, "Fellow Daoist, I came to pay you a visit, yet I have not even had a sip of Spirit Tea. Have I done something to displease you?"
"Is that why you detest me so?"
Hearing this.
The more Cheng Buzheng listened, the more something felt wrong.
What? Wasn't it just that he had not served Spirit Tea? How had this made him seem like some scumbag?
This woman truly was a seasoned master of performance.
Though Cheng Buzheng grumbled inwardly without end, in order to