Fengwu, this name is very elegant, but this is the first time she has heard of it.

However, in order not to let the great master laugh at her as a local bun, she was too lazy to ask and said with a smile: "Master, let me give you a cup."

I reached out to carry the small red clay pot, and my fingers just touched the small handle and suddenly froze again.

The handle of the pot was so icy that it was scary. According to Luo Qingyu's preliminary estimate, it was almost minus thirty or forty degrees!

As soon as her palm touched it, a cold air quickly spread along her fingers and reached her heart.

It made her tremble for a moment. Her fingers were numb in an instant...

Nick, what kind of pot is this?!

How can such a cold pot pour out hot tea?

So many unreasonable things are gathered together, Luo Qingyu is a little reluctant to accept it.

The hand stopped there, neither was it right, nor was it wrong.

The great master glanced at her: "What's wrong?"

What's wrong? Don't you know?

Luo Qingyu smiled bitterly, never expecting that one day brewing tea and pouring water would become a problem.

She is a waste of mental power, but she will not move things out of thin air!

Her eyes turned and suddenly she reached out to slap the stone table!

The small red mud pot jumped up with a thud, and the spout was crooked, pouring water out of it.

Luo Qingyu picked up two cups and took two cups.

"Bang!" The small pot fell heavily back onto the stone table.

Her movements were as fast as lightning. With a kind of internal force and a kind of skill, she finally successfully poured out two cups of tea.

But after all, the operation is not so skillful, and tea overflows and flows on the stone table.

It’s strange that it was a stone cake, but the tea water fell on it and did not flow down. Instead, it was absorbed by the stone cake in a moment...

Luo Qingyu was surprised to see it and couldn't help but touch the stone, which was cold and smooth.

Strangely, it's a stone, not a sponge. How can it absorb water?

"Master, please have tea." Luo Qingyu pushed the cup of the great master over and picked up his own cup to prepare and taste it.

Her lips had not yet touched the edge of the teacup, and her arms were slightly numb and she could no longer move.

The voice of the great master sounded faintly: "Who asked you to drink the second cup?"

He took the teacup from her hand casually, and his palm accidentally rubbed the back of her hand, feeling a little warm and numb.

Luo Qingyu suffocated and watched him drink the cup of tea in her hand, and then gently put it on the table.

He—he actually drank her tea!

And the place where she drank water was just where her lips touched...

This - isn't this a disguised kiss?

He didn't dislike her saliva on it...

This - she remembered that the great master had a slight obsession with cleanliness, how could he do it?

Also, why didn't he let himself have a second cup of tea?

Is he stingy or has other hidden information?

Luo Qingyu's thoughts were heard in his heart, and he could not guess what the great master meant.

A faint heat rushed up from the belly. This heat suddenly came and rushed up the sky spirit cover in an instant!
Chapter completed!