C89 Chapter 89

The tea was crisp and clean, mellow-sweet on the tongue, with a long, lingering finish.

A faint bitterness, and an elegant fragrance that rose the moment you lifted the cup.

It was Jian Yi’s favorite.

Ling Xiao, rough around the edges, didn’t have that kind of patience for savoring things.

Besides, this was a world where women called the shots