Jinghui was momentarily stunned, his usually serene and gentle face seemed less unattainable and high above today.
Understanding Song Ci's intentions, he couldn't help but smile slightly and pointed to the cushion in front of the small table.
"There's no need to panic, sit."
Huh?
Wasn't he going to enlighten her?
Song Ci opened her eyes and looked cautiously at Jinghui, seeing that he had no fierce demeanor nor any intention to perform a ritual, her tense mood slightly relaxed.
Perhaps knowing that the other had already seen through her, Song Ci didn't plan to pretend in front of him. She casually adjusted her skirt and plopped down on the cushion, crossing her legs.
Seeing her rough manner, Jinghui's hand, which was pouring tea, trembled slightly, spilling a drop, and his mouth twitched as well.
He handed the tea to Song Ci, whose eyes lit up as she lowered her gaze.
