The air was filled with an overwhelming tea aroma, stimulating Di Fuyi's taste buds. She had prepared two teacups in advance. She smiled sweetly at Mo Zhao as she filled his cup, "Taste it and tell me what you think."
Satisfied, Mo Zhao took a sip and complimented her. "Not bad!"
Gu Xijiu's eyes brightened at his compliment as if it was the greatest thing that had happened to her. Di Fuyi was annoyed. Hesitantly, he spoke to her in a mild tone, "Xijiu, can I have some tea as well? I am very thirsty."
He was indeed dehydrated. The place was as hot as a steamer. Moreover, he had no spiritual power to serve as his protection. The heat had almost dried every bit of moisture from his body; even his red lips were starting to crack under the heat.
Gu Xijiu turned to look at him. His dry lips had caught her eyes. She pursed her lips at her sight, then filled another cup of tea for him. There was a flicker in Mo Zhao's eyes. However, he did not halt her from doing wha...