Her gaze fell upon the teapot on the stand, and Feng Yueya, stifling a pout, grumbled to herself:
Fancy calling me Xiao Tong! Your whole family should be called Xiao Tong! I have a proper name, thank you very much. And, if you're thirsty, can't you pour your own tea? It's like you've grown hands and feet for nothing.
Although reluctant, she still had to comply and pour him a cup of tea.
"Prince, please have some tea," she said with the distinct gruffness of a boy going through puberty.
Yun Shangshu didn't move, his gaze fixed on her, the implication couldn't be clearer: Feed it to me.
Feng Yueya pretended not to understand his intention and respectfully continued, "Prince, please have some tea."
"When we're outside, just call me 'Lord.' I'm incognito this time."
"…Yes, Lord, please have some tea," Feng Yueya gritted her teeth.
"Come here, feed it to me," Yun Shangshu felt the need to nudge her a bit.
