C501 Cephalic bleeding

Zi Yang sat on the armchair at the head of the table, holding a cup of tea, he brought it to his lips.

Facing Zi Su's sudden movement towards her Redbud Whip, he only paused for a moment, then quickly returned the teacup to her lips.

He took a sip and slowly put down the cup before raising his head to look at Zi Su.

"Su'er