After having a little dry rice at noon, she hadn't had a drop of water until now when it was getting dark, and the brazier in the room made her body hot and dry. Li Yuwen was so thirsty that she wanted ice water.
"There's tea, young mistress, please wait a moment." Aunt Zhou quickly walked to the table and poured a bowl of warm tea for her.
Li Yuwen glanced at her and raised her hand to take it.
Her hand was slender and fair, like the hand of a fairy in a painting. It complemented the jade porcelain tea bowl beautifully.
The four people watched in a trance.
Li Yuwen was truly parched and drank the tea in one go.
"Another cup." She handed the cup to Aunt Zhou.
The cup was a small teacup, Li Yuwen drank it in a few gulps.
If it was an average-looking girl drinking tea so heartily, it might seem inelegant. But Li Yuwen was pretty, and despite her big sips, the four felt that her posture was the standard for drinking tea.
