Seeing this, Qu Qingzhu stretched out his finger, gently pointed at the teacup, and said, "Try it?"

Qin Yunie nodded slightly, said "hmm" softly, then picked up the teacup and took a sip carefully.

The tea was still slightly hot when she first took a sip, but she didn't mind it and savored it carefully. After a moment, a glint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"Huh? This tea is a little sweet?" Qin Yunie's voice was filled with a hint of surprise and joy.

Qu Qingzhu smiled and nodded, patiently explaining, "This tea is made from the flowers at the back, plus some other ingredients, so the taste is a little special."

Qin Yunie took a few more sips, and the unique and sweet taste spread on her tongue, making her love it.

Qin Yunie turned her head and looked at Qu Qingzhu with eyes full of admiration and curiosity. She said softly, "I never thought that not only are you an expert in cocktail making, but you're also so good at making tea. Can you teach me how to make tea?"

Qu Qingzhu raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes full of doting, nodded gently, and replied: "Okay."

Qin Yunie sat on Qu Qingzhu's lap with a bit of playfulness and intimacy.

Qu Qingzhu reached out his arms and gently embraced her, holding her securely in his embrace. Then, he began to patiently teach her, step by step. His movements were gentle and skillful, and he explained every step in detail, from warming the cup and adding tea to pouring water and pouring the tea.

As the two of them got closer, the atmosphere became more subtle unconsciously. An ambiguous atmosphere seemed to permeate the air, and the originally simple tea-making instruction inexplicably changed its nature.

Qin Yunie only felt that her attention was gradually diverted from the steps of making tea. Her cheeks flushed slightly and her heartbeat accelerated involuntarily.

Qu Qingzhu's lips occasionally brushed against her ear, bringing with them a wisp of warm breath that made her ears feel slightly hot. His strong and warm palms covered her own, and as he spoke, he would occasionally touch her cheek. Their heads were pressed tightly together, and they could hear each other's breathing clearly.

After a long time, Qu Qingzhu's gaze slowly moved away from the tea-making utensils and fell on Qin Yunie.

Looking at her rosy face, as delicate and beautiful as a ripe apple, with a hint of confusion and shyness flickering in her eyes, a mischievous smile flashed in his eyes, and he asked softly: "What's wrong? Don't you want to make tea, huh?"

Qin Yunie was a little flustered by his sudden question. She coughed lightly, trying to hide her embarrassment, and stammered, "No... no more."

Qu Qingzhu looked at her cute appearance and couldn't help laughing. He teased her, "Why, are you shy?"

Qin Yunie's cheeks grew hotter and hotter, and she subconsciously licked her lips. She stubbornly turned her head, wanting to loudly declare that she was not shy. However, the moment she turned her head, Qu Qingzhu's hand, which had been covering the back of her hand, gently stroked her cheek, the movement gentle and full of love.

Then he lowered his head slightly and kissed her affectionately.

This posture made Qin Yunie feel a little uncomfortable. She twisted her body unconsciously, trying to adjust her posture.

Qu Qingzhu noticed her discomfort and immediately reached out his other hand, gently holding her waist. With a little force, he adjusted her posture so that she could snuggle more comfortably in his arms.

Qin Yunie's face was already flushed, and now being kissed so passionately by Qu Qingzhu, she felt her breathing became more rapid, as if she was about to suffocate.

However, Qu Qingzhu didn't seem to want to stop and continued to hug and kiss her tightly.

Just as the ambiguous atmosphere was growing stronger, the waiter knocked gently on the door of the private room. This sudden knock was like a stone dropped into a calm lake, instantly shattering the tranquility of the room.

Qin Yunie was like a frightened deer. In a panic, he pushed Qu Qingzhu away and quickly sat in the seat next to him. He sat up straight, placed his hands neatly on his knees, and lowered his head, trying to hide the blush on his face and the panic in his expression.

Seeing this, Qu Qingzhu raised his hand slightly, put his index finger on his lips, tried his best to hold back his smile, and laughed softly.

After a moment, he cleared his throat, his voice regained some composure, and shouted, "Come in."

The waiter pushed open the door, holding exquisite dishes in his hands, and placed the delicacies on the table skillfully and quickly in an orderly manner.

During the whole process, Qin Yunie never raised her head. Her eyes were fixed on the table in front of her, as if there was something on it that attracted all her attention.

After the waiter has placed all the food, respectfully exit the box and gently close the door.

Qu Qingzhu picked up a pair of chopsticks on the table and gently handed them to Qin Yunie. The corners of his mouth turned up, his eyes were filled with a gentle smile, and he whispered teasingly: "Why, are you really shy this time?"

Qin Yunie raised her head slightly, glanced at Qu Qingzhu with the corner of her eye, a hint of stubbornness flashed across her face, and she said in a tough tone, "Who's shy?"

Qin Yunie couldn't help but pointed at her lips and said to Qu Qingzhu with some anger: "Qu Qingzhu, you just bit me."

Qu Qingzhu's gaze followed her fingers to her delicate and tempting lips. A dark light flashed in the depths of his eyes. His throat rolled slightly and he uttered a low "hmm".

After a moment of silence, he raised his eyebrows slightly under Qin Yunie's direct gaze, a mischievous smile flashed in his eyes, and he pointed out slowly: "You bit me last night too."

"Last night..." Upon hearing these two words, Qin Yunie's mind was instantly lit up as if by a brilliant and charming firework, and those embarrassing scenes emerged uncontrollably one by one.

Qin Yunie's head now felt like it was being exploded with brilliant and charming fireworks.

The curl of white smoke in the box rose slowly. The two people in the room, one with a rosy face and the other looking at her with affectionate eyes.

Only pampering and affection.

Nothing else.