C287 First Heart Interchange 3

A servant brought a cup of tea and left.

A faint fragrance was exuding from the top-grade jasmine spring.

The gentle breeze continued to blow, and the petals of the rose, mixed with a few green leaves, fell from her shoulders onto the stone table. She casually picked up the leaf and threw it on the ground, then finally said: "Mr. Qu, I have a request."

He held the teacup