Cardia couldn't wait and brewed two cups of tea: "Please."
Xi Yemo lifted his hand, took the teacup, and took a sip.
The high quality tea leaves steeped in the hot water, did not seem boiling at all, entering the mouth as ethereal as snow, yet lingering on the tip of the tongue, intoxicating the drinker.
"Good, good, good."
Cardia said 'good' three times in a row, holding the teacup, entranced.
"Dad, the guests have arrived."
Kas walked in.
...
In the hall, Carlo stood with two women, one somewhat curvaceous, dressed extremely luxuriously; the other slim, appearing very arrogant.
"Carlo, the man you like came today?"
"Mm." Carlo nodded, without a hint of shyness.
"It's that man."
Suddenly, the more voluptuous woman spoke.
Carlo followed her gaze.
On the stairs,
The man appeared as if a god had descended, at this moment, Carlo couldn't see anyone else, her eyes only had the man.
"This Eastern man is really good-looking."
"Carlo, your taste is really good."