Hua Yang was delighted to hear this, but felt his tone was like he was coaxing a child. Boldly, she pressed a print of her rouged lips onto Rong An's cheek. In the next instant, her face flushed with shyness, she bolted out the door.
Rong An clutched his cheek, feeling the lingering touch. The tips of his ears had also turned red.
'Hua Yang really is too bold.'
Hua Yang ran to Chaohua Courtyard and frantically gulped down two cups of warm tea. Her face flushed, she complained to Qing Feng, "What kind of maids are you? It's the peak of a sweltering summer. Why would you prepare such hot tea for your mistress?"
'Now I can't even use cool tea to calm myself down.'
Wanyun explained from the side, "My health isn't the best, and I'm taking medicine to recuperate. Even in the height of summer, I can't have anything cold. What's wrong with you? Look at those beads of sweat on your face."
Hua Yang waved a hand, dismissing the maids by Wanyun's side.
