Chapter 20

Suddenly being asked, Su Ruoyun was a bit confused. Following the direction of Huo Jingcheng's finger, she saw a red lychee marked on the tea menu, and then she realized and explained gently: "This is a lychee pattern,"

After finishing, she introduced it to Huo Jingcheng: "Using lychee as a supplement, Shifeng Longjing as the base, and cold-brewed with ice cubes, Lychee Longjing is a summer limited edition. Do you want to choose this?"

"Okay."

Hearing Huo Jingcheng agree, Su Ruoyun ordered the staff.

In a few minutes, Xiao Li brought a walnut tea tray with several small celadon plates, delivered the required ingredients to the private room, placed the tea tray on the tea table lightly, and then went out.

Her fingernails were trimmed short, round, and clean, and her rounded fingers were slightly pink. Her fingers picked up a 'Concubine's Smile' lychee and began to peel the shell. Her tender white hands looked like carvings under the light, like translucent white jade.

Her thumb pressed down vertically along the gap first, then peeled it horizontally, just like opening a seashell. With a crisp "pop" of the fruit shell, the lychee was opened.

One by one, the lychees fell into the Longquan celadon cup, making a series of "patter" sounds. The fresh lychee flesh sank to the bottom of the cup, looking very much like the glass marbles she played with as a child.

A few ice cubes were laid at the bottom, emitting wisps of fairy-like cold air. Su Ruoyun mashed it a few times with a tea spoon, and the lychee flesh slightly exuded juice. Then she put the Longjing tea leaves into it, the fruit fragrance and bean fragrance began to mix, and she pressed some crushed ice on top.

The ice cubes gradually melted, and the unique bean and chestnut fragrance of Longjing green tea was soaked in the rich fruit fragrance of lychee. The green leaves stretched naturally, stirring up a cup of spring water ripples.

After about five minutes, the crushed ice gradually melted. Su Ruoyun held the tea saucer and picked up the cup. When she looked up, she found that the man in front of her was looking at her.

More accurately, staring.

Huo Jingcheng's eyes were deep, as if covered with a layer of darkness, his gaze was obscure, and his black pupils easily locked onto the target, reflecting a petite figure.

When their eyes met, a strange atmosphere circulated in the air.

Su Ruoyun's movements paused slightly, her little finger subconsciously hooked the cup saucer, her lips parted slightly, wanting to speak but stopping, not knowing how to react.

She wasn't thick-skinned enough to ask Huo Jingcheng directly why he was staring at her.

In the end, Su Ruoyun chose to pretend to be calm and avoid his obscure gaze, and placed the teacup by Huo Jingcheng's hand: "The tea is brewed, please enjoy."

Over there, just as she put it down, Huo Jingcheng raised his hand to pick up the teacup, held the saucer with his left hand, lifted the bowl and pressed the lid with his right hand. The tea soup that entered his eyes was a translucent amber color, the tea leaves floated and spun in the cup, the cup mouth tilted, and he slowly sent the tea soup into his mouth, tasting it carefully.

The sweetness of lychee surged to the tip of his tongue, and then turned to the bean fragrance and coolness of Longjing. The clarity of Linjiang and the freshness of Lingnan seemed to be fused in this cup of Lychee Longjing tea.

He put down the cup with a light "patter," and then said slowly: "Very delicious."

"As long as it's delicious."

As she spoke, Su Ruoyun stood up to bring over the snack platter on the Zitan wood table. When she walked down the platform, she accidentally stepped on her pant leg.

She was wearing denim suspender jumpsuits today, and the pant legs were long. She had originally folded them up a few times to avoid dragging them on the floor.

It was fine when she was sitting on the cushion, but once she started walking, the folded pant legs naturally hung down, and the fabric pressed under her feet. Su Ruoyun didn't notice, and suddenly her left foot stepped on her right foot, her body instantly lost its center of gravity, and she stumbled, about to fall forward.

In a flash, before she was about to fall, the man sitting opposite stretched out his long arm and grabbed her slender wrist.

With a stumble, by the time Su Ruoyun came to her senses, she was already sitting on Huo Jingcheng's lap.

Her brain was blank for a moment, not only because of the sudden accident just now, but more because of the posture between the two of them at this moment.

She glanced sideways at her left hand resting on Huo Jingcheng's shoulder, and then looked down at her right hand pressing on his thigh. Her beautiful eyes flickered, as if she couldn't believe it. What just happened? How did she end up sitting on Huo Jingcheng's lap?

Even through two layers of pants fabric, she could still feel the man's thighs underneath were firm and powerful. The scorching body temperature seeped into her skin through the jeans, and bit by bit, it stained Su Ruoyun's cheeks. She could clearly feel her cheeks burning uncontrollably.

Her buttocks pressing against the man's thighs—this kind of unprecedented contact between a man and a woman was too intimate.

As the saying goes: "When a son is grown, avoid his mother; when a daughter is grown, avoid her father." When she was young, she would still cling to her father and brother to act like a spoiled child, but since she started school, Su Ruoyun had never had such intimate contact with a man. This was the first time...

Thinking about it, her eyelashes trembled, and her ears turned red again. The man's shirt at her hand was gripped into her palm and kneaded into a ball, as if her own heart was also controlled within it, kneaded and pinched into a lump.

When she lifted her eyelids and met Huo Jingcheng's gaze, those eyes were black and deep, calm and waveless. From the bottom of his eyes, she seemed to see a wisp of darkness rolling up, but it vanished in a flash.

Panicked by this look, Su Ruoyun let go of the shirt in her hand, then braced her right hand on the tea table to support herself, stood up from him, her voice still retaining a trace of imperceptible trembling: "Thank you, Mr. Huo."

Even though she was at a loss, she didn't forget to bring the snack platter on the Zitan wood table to the tea table. The candied fruits and dried fruits were packed in a wooden box.

After Su Ruoyun hurriedly put it down, she didn't dare to look at Huo Jingcheng's eyes again. After throwing down a sentence in a panic, she fled in a hurry.

"I'm going to wash my hands."

The Guanlan Private Room was equipped with an independent restroom. She pushed open the sliding door and hid herself inside.

Until she stood in front of the mirror, the blush on Su Ruoyun's face had not yet faded.

She looked up at herself in the mirror, her face flushed, revealing a gorgeous crimson. She sighed silently, feeling that she was too useless. Sure enough, she still spent too little time with men, even blushing from sitting on a lap. She angrily raised her hand and patted her face lightly.

When the crisp sound of a slap rang out in the restroom, Su Ruoyun realized belatedly that this sound would spread out. She hurriedly turned on the faucet, the gurgling water washed her two jade hands, and she scooped up a handful of cold water and poured it on her face.

It took ten minutes to build up her psychological defenses, and after finally suppressing that shyness, she walked out of the restroom pretending to be calm and composed.

Just after sitting down, Su Ruoyun shifted her gaze to the opposite side. Huo Jingcheng was sitting on the tatami, his sitting posture was relatively casual, his left hand wearing a steel watch was holding a Longquan celadon teacup, and he was lowering his eyes to cast his gaze on the Lychee Longjing in his hand.

Under the light and shadow, his features were clear, and his low, magnetic voice fell into her ears: "Regarding what just happened, no need to mind."

"..." Su Ruoyun.

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