trap rose

Pei Zhiyao was sitting beside the bed, with a calm expression and deep concern in his eyes.

His black hair had a soft luster in the sunlight, as if blending into the warmth of the afternoon.

Pei Zhiyao's hands were slender and strong. He was holding a delicate porcelain cup, with a hint of green in the white porcelain.

The tea in the cup is steaming hot and exudes a light fragrance.

"Good afternoon, this tea is freshly brewed. It should be able to dispel your thirst after waking up."

Pei Zhiyao said softly, his voice was like a gentle drizzle, making people feel peaceful and comfortable.

Wen Mian took the tea cup with a smile, and her fingers gently touched Pei Zhiyao's hand. At that moment, there seemed to be a weak electric current flowing in the air.

She couldn't help but tremble slightly, and then immediately regained her composure.

The sun casts mottled shadows through the sycamore leaves outside the window, and the breeze blows gently, bringing bursts of coolness.

Wen Mian held the teacup and savored the aroma of the tea. She could feel the taste of every drop of tea on the tip of her tongue. It was a light sweetness, mixed with a slight bitterness, but with an indescribable taste. Sweet.

Pei Zhiyao sat quietly by the bed, his eyes full of doting and warmth.

Looking at Wen Mian's intoxicated appearance, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction in his heart. He liked to see her enjoying herself, it made him feel that all his efforts were worth it.

"This tea is really special." Wen Mian put down the tea cup and said with a smile, "Its taste seems to have a kind of magic, which makes people feel relaxed and happy."

"Yes, this kind of tea is produced at the top of the mountains. After being tested by severe cold and sun, it has this unique taste."

Pei Zhiyao explained, "Just like life, only by experiencing hardships and challenges can we truly appreciate the beauty of life."

Wen Mian nodded, she could feel the deep meaning in Pei Zhiyao's words.

At this moment, she felt that she was the happiest person in the world.

She lowered her head and took a sip of tea. The tea was slightly sweet and warm, as if a warm current flowed from her throat into her heart, dispelling the chill of the morning.

The aroma of tea overflows, accompanied by the occasional chirping of birds and the sound of the breeze blowing through the leaves outside the window, creating a peaceful and harmonious atmosphere.

That cup of tea seemed to have magical power, moisturizing Wen Mian's throat.

She felt her whole body relaxed, as if she was immersed in a warm dream.

Pei Zhiyao looked at her enjoying the fragrance of tea, and felt extremely peaceful inside.

He liked to see her focused and peaceful expression, which made him feel as if time had stopped for them at this moment.

Outside the window, the sunlight slanted on the small flowers on the windowsill, and the petals looked more delicate under the sunlight.

The breeze blows, bringing bursts of floral fragrance, intertwined with the fragrance of tea, forming a unique fragrance.

"This tea is specially prepared for you. It will also help your body." His eyes were full of tenderness, as if all the tenderness was condensed in this moment.

Wen Mian looked up at him, his eyes full of gratitude and joy: "Thank you."

Then, Wen Mian asked gently: "Why don't you go to work? You have been staying here with me."

After Pei Zhiyao heard this, a hint of endearment flashed in his eyes.

He smiled softly, with the corners of his mouth raised just right, like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, gentle and peaceful.

Pei Zhiyao's eyes are as deep as the sea, seemingly hiding endless stories and tenderness.