Stunning at Every Step: Lazy Little Beast Concubine

Fengwu, this name is quite elegant, but this is the first time she has heard of it.

However, in order to prevent the great master from laughing at her for being a country bumpkin, she did not bother to ask, and said with a smile: "Master, let the disciple fill a cup for you."

He reached out to pick up the small red clay pot, and as soon as his fingers touched the small handle, he froze again.

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

As soon as her palm touched it, she felt a cold air quickly spread along her fingers and reached her heart.

She couldn't help but tremble. Her fingers were numb instantly...

Nimei, what kind of pot is this?!

How can such a cold pot pour hot tea?

So many unreasonable things came together, which made Luo Qingyu unable to accept it.

When the hand stops there, it is neither correct nor improper.

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

What's wrong? Don't you know?

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

She is a telepathic waste, she can't move objects out of thin air!

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

The small red clay pot jumped up with a thud, its spout tilted, and water poured out.

Luo Qingyu picked up two cups and took two cups.

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

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

But after all, the operation was not that skillful, and some tea overflowed and flowed on the stone table.

It is strange to say that it is obviously a stone table, but the tea dropped on it did not flow down. Instead, it 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.

Strange, it's made of stone, not sponge. Why does it absorb water?

"Master, please drink tea." Luo Qingyu pushed the cup of Grand Master's cup over. He also picked up his own cup and prepared to taste it again.

Her lips had not yet touched the edge of the tea cup, her arms were slightly numb and she could no longer move.

The Grand Master's voice sounded faintly: "Who asked you to drink the second cup?"

He casually took the tea cup from her hand, and his palm accidentally brushed the back of her hand, feeling warm and numb.

Luo Qingyu choked and watched helplessly as he drank the cup of tea in her hand and then gently placed it on the table.

He-he actually drank her tea!

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

This - isn't this kissing in disguise?

He didn't mind that it was still stained with her saliva...

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

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

Is he stingy, or does he have other secrets?

Luo Qingyu's heart was filled with thoughts, and he couldn't figure out what the Grand Master meant.

There was a faint heat rushing up from his belly. This sudden heat rushed up to Tianling Gai in an instant!

Her little face instantly turned red. Fengwu, this name is quite elegant, but this is the first time she has heard of it.

However, in order to prevent the Grand Master from laughing at her for being a country bumpkin, she did not bother to ask, and said with a smile: "Master, let the disciple fill a cup for you."

He reached out to pick up the small red clay pot, and as soon as his fingers touched the small handle, he froze again.

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

As soon as her palm touched it, she felt a cold air quickly spread along her fingers and reached her heart.

She couldn't help but tremble. Her fingers were numb instantly...

Nimei, what kind of pot is this?!

How can such a cold pot pour hot tea?

So many unreasonable things came together, which made Luo Qingyu unable to accept it.

When the hand stops there, it is neither correct nor improper.

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

What's wrong? Don't you know?

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

She is a telepathic waste, she can't move objects out of thin air!

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

The small red clay pot jumped up with a thud, its spout tilted, and water poured out.

Luo Qingyu picked up two cups and took two cups.

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

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

But after all, the operation was not that skillful, and some tea overflowed and flowed on the stone table.

It is strange to say that it is obviously a stone table, but the tea dropped on it did not flow down. Instead, it 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.

Strange, it's made of stone, not sponge. Why does it absorb water?

"Master, please drink tea." Luo Qingyu pushed the cup of Grand Master's cup over. He also picked up his own cup and prepared to taste it again.

Her lips had not yet touched the edge of the tea cup, her arms were slightly numb and she could no longer move.

The Grand Master's voice sounded faintly: "Who asked you to drink the second cup?"

He casually took the tea cup from her hand, and his palm accidentally brushed the back of her hand, feeling warm and numb.

Luo Qingyu choked and watched helplessly as he drank the cup of tea in her hand and then gently placed it on the table.

He-he actually drank her tea!

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

This - isn't this kissing in disguise?

He didn't mind that it was still stained with her saliva...

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

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

Is he stingy, or does he have other secrets?

Luo Qingyu's heart was filled with thoughts, and he couldn't figure out what the Grand Master meant.

There was a faint heat rushing up from his belly. This sudden heat rushed up to Tianling Gai in an instant!

Her little face instantly turned red.