Qinghe Teahouse is located on the edge of the downtown area, offering a bit of tranquility amidst the hustle and bustle of the world.
Upstairs, a gentle breeze drifted in from the window, causing the tassels hanging on the window to sway.
A faint scent of tea brushed past his nose. Lu Xuanyou took a deep breath, slowly raised his head, and glanced towards the door.
The bamboo door was pushed open from the outside, and a middle-aged man dressed casually came in. He was tall and strong, with a broad jaw and a beard, and his skin was slightly tanned.
"Mr. Lu." The man sat down next to Lu Xuanyou.
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In the small villa, Mo Yan paced around the room, looking very anxious.
There was a knock on the door. Mo Yan glanced over and opened the door to see a servant carrying a tray with a milky white porcelain cup on it.
"What are you doing here?" Mo Yan stared at her warily.
The servant glanced at her and said, "Miss Lina, this is the skin care product sent by the master. Please be sure to drink it."
Lina is Mo Yan's pseudonym.
She frowned and said, "I don't want to drink it. You can take it away."
The person she sent out hasn't replied yet, so she has no mood to drink any skin care products.
"No, this won't do, miss. Please don't make things difficult for me." The servant stood still, looking at Mo Yan with a pleading look.
She didn't dare leave until she saw Mo Yan finish drinking.
"I said I don't want to drink, and I don't want to drink. Don't you understand what I'm saying?" Mo Yan glared at her and pushed her back.
The servant was shocked and quickly protected the cup to prevent the liquid inside from spilling out.
"Miss……"
"Get out!" Mo Yan glared at her and was about to close the door the next second.
"Ms. Mo, why are you so angry? Did this servant offend you?" A male voice sounded.
Mo Yan followed the voice and saw the freckled man.
The freckled man glanced at her, raised his lips and smiled, walked closer to the servant, raised his hand and picked up the cup on the tray, scaring the servant so much that he quickly lowered his head.
"You go down first." The freckled man instructed the servant. The servant didn't dare to stay any longer and left quickly with the tray.
"Ms. Mo, drink it. This is a gift from Mr. Steven." The freckled man smiled and handed the cup to her.
Mo Yan pursed her lips, raised her eyelids, and looked alert: "I don't want to drink."
During the time she lived here, the maid made her drink a glass of this skincare product every day.
Seeing that she was determined not to drink, the freckled man smiled. He narrowed his eyes and spoke in the same gentle tone as before, but with a fierce look in his eyes: "Ms. Mo, please don't let Mr. Steven down."
As he spoke, he pushed the cup forward again.
Mo Yan was living under someone else's roof and had already caught the emotions in the freckled man's eyes. If she didn't drink today, he would force her to drink.
"Miss Mo?" the freckled man urged.
Mo Yan swallowed, slowly took the cup, and glanced at the liquid inside. It was almost transparent and had no smell.
The freckled man narrowed his eyes, not blinking once, and stared at Mo Yan quietly. If it weren't for the second hand of the quartz clock on the wall moving, this scene would be a still picture, a little weird.
Mo Yan lowered his eyes, raised his head and drank it all. It tasted slightly bitter.
The freckled man smiled. He reached out and took the cup from her hand, and kindly reminded Mo Yan: "Miss Mo, it's lunch time now, take a good rest."
After saying that, the freckled man turned and left.
Mo Yan glanced at the back, quickly entered the room, rushed into the bathroom, and leaned over the toilet to vomit.
It’s a pity that nothing came out except sour water.
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