In the tea house, Yan Feng is drinking tea with Wang Zhensheng.
Her face was ruddy, and her fingers stretched out from time to time, touching the plain gold ring on her left hand. The eyes were all satisfied, and the appearance of the previous description was simply two.
“Sister Sister, we haven’t had any tea like this for years.” Wang Zhensheng sighed and gave the phoenix’s cup a half cup of Longjing.
Because the tea leaves that are more fresh and fresher, they undulate in the cup and look very gratifying.
Qi Feng took the tea cup and sent it to the lips, gently blowing the tea aside, and took a small sip. “Yeah, think about the days before, it is really life to die.”
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