Maple Mist, that's a very elegant name, but it's the first time she's heard of it.

However, in order not to let the great master laugh at her for being a dumpling, she didn't bother to ask, and said with a smile: "Master, let the disciple fill a cup for you." ”

Reaching out to carry the small red clay pot, his fingers just touched the small handle, and suddenly stiffened again.

The handle of the pot was actually frighteningly cold, according to Luo Qingyu's preliminary estimate, it was almost minus thirty or forty degrees!

As soon as her palm touched it, she felt a cold breath quickly travel down her fingers and reach her heart.

She couldn't help but shudder. Instant numbness of the fingers......

Ni Mei's, what kind of pot is this?!

How can such a cold pot pour hot tea?

The gathering of so many unreasonable things made Luo Qingyu a little unacceptable.

The hand stops there, and the end is not, and the impropriety is not.

The Great Master glanced at her: "What's wrong?" ”

What's wrong? Don't you know?

Luo Qingyu smiled bitterly, never thought that one day making tea and pouring water would become a problem.

She's a mental waste material, but she can't move things out of thin air!

She rolled her eyes, and suddenly reached out and patted it on the stone table!

The little red clay pot jumped up with a thud, and the spout was crooked, pouring water out of it.

Luo Qingyu picked up the two cups and took two cups.

"Bang!" The small pot fell back heavily on the stone table.

Her movements were as fast as lightning, and with a kind of internal force and skill, she finally succeeded in pouring out two cups of tea.

But after all, the operation is not so skillful, and there is tea overflowing, flowing on the stone table.

It's strange to say, it's obviously a stone table, and the tea water fell on it, but it didn't flow down, but was absorbed by the stone table in a moment......

Luo Qingyu was surprised, and couldn't help but touch the stone table, which was cold and smooth.

It's strange, it's stone, not sponge. How can it absorb water?

"Master, please have tea." Luo Qingyu pushed the cup of the Great Teacher. I also picked up my own cup and prepared to taste it again.

Her lips hadn't touched the rim of the teacup, and her arm was slightly numb, and she couldn't move anymore.

The voice of the great master sounded faintly: "Who let you drink the second cup?" ”

He casually took the teacup from her hand, and his palm inadvertently brushed the back of her hand, feeling a little warm and numb.

Luo Qingyu choked as she watched him drink the cup of tea in her hand, and then gently put it on the table.

He- he actually drank her tea!

And the place where she drank the water was where her lips had just touched......

Isn't this kissing in disguise?

He didn't dislike it with her saliva on it......

This- she remembered that the great master had a slight habit of cleanliness, how could it be?

Also, why didn't he let himself drink a second cup of tea?

Is he stingy, or is there something else going on?

Luo Qingyu's heart was full of thoughts, and he couldn't guess what the great master meant for a while.

There was a faint heat rushing up from the belly, and this heat suddenly rushed onto the Tianling Gai in an instant!

made her little face flush instantly.