"Is it sweet?" He Yunxiao asked.
Du Yinyun shook her head.
He Yunxiao then got up, walked to Sister Du, and bent down to ask the beauty for some tea that wasn't sweet.
Du Yinyun's tightly closed red lips froze for a few seconds in the face of He Yunxiao's offensive, then opened as soon as they touched, and her subsequent defense collapsed completely, leaving He Yunxiao with nothing.
She tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and let him take her as he pleased.
Du Yinyun had only taken a sip of tea and was holding it in her mouth, but He Yunxiao forced her to swallow two mouthfuls of the sweet water.
He Yunxiao asked again, "Yinyun, is the tea sweet?"
Du Yinyun now fully understood He Yunxiao's meaning. She nodded slightly.
He Yunxiao smiled, picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and found it extremely bitter.
"It's so bitter. I want some sweet tea."
Du Meimei was intelligent, and naturally understood He Yunxiao's meaning. She consciously picked up her teacup, took a sip of tea, and put it in her mouth.
He Yunxiao took Du Meimei's hand and pulled her up from her seat, then guided her to straddle his lap with her legs apart. Once they were in position, He Yunxiao reached out and hugged Du Meimei's waist and back, sitting in the chair and tilting his head back to taste the warm sweet tea.
The cup of tea was drunk clean, not a drop was left.
"Young master, the tea is gone..." Du Yinyun's lips were luscious and she was breathing heavily.
He Yunxiao stopped beating around the bush, "What do you mean it's gone? The phonetics are still there, aren't they?"
Du Yinyun placed her hands on He Yunxiao's shoulders, "Young Master... um... mmm..."
He Yunxiao had been holding back for a long time, and now he had no intention of letting Du Meimei off easily, so he ate his fill.
During halftime, Du Yinyun leaned against He Yunxiao. "Young Master, are you feeling unwell?"
He Yunxiao was indeed feeling frustrated and asked in surprise, "How did you know about phonetics?"
Du Yinyun blushed, "I already knew about Young Master's matter."
He Yunxiao felt awkward for a moment. She was sitting on his lap, so he probably felt it a long time ago, but he was too embarrassed to say anything.
Du Yinyun first stood up, then bent her knees and squatted down until her knees touched the ground.
Finally, looking up at He Yunxiao, he said, "Young Master, don't move."
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