She held a tea cup, took small steps, and steadily walked up to Chen Ye, offering a cup of steaming tea.
Respectfully, she said:
"Master, please have some tea."
"But what if Master is too lazy to move, then what?" Chen Ye lazily leaned against the small girl behind him.
No choice, who made this chair just a stone bench, without a backrest?
Gotta say, Qing Jun as a backrest, really is soft and tender, fragrant and sweet!
"Uwu!"
The little girl whimpered, not daring to let out even a breath of defiance.
Like a little pushover, she let her master lean against her, while her small hands tiredly massaged his back.
"Too... too lazy to move..."
Zhiwei's small hand trembled, seeing her master smirking at her.
Wasn't this, making her personally feed her master tea?
She dared not look at him, kept her head down, and with slightly trembling hands, cautiously brought the cup of warm Spirit Tea to Chen Ye's lips.
"Mas... Master, please... please have the tea."
