Qingge watches silently as the other finishes his water, not really thinking of anything in particular as he watches the other man's throat bob with each gulp.
The silence between them is kind of nice for the moment.
Only once he's done his drink does Qingge speak up again.
Liu Qingge raises his brow, giving Shen Qingqiu a LOOK.
"Shen-shixiong... My tea-making is not that good."
He says it in a tone like he really just wants to say 'if you're going to lie, at least make it a good one'. Qingge knows his tea is passable at BEST. Definitely not something to cause a -
He feels a bit touched that he calls him very formally now, using 'shixiong' instead of the typical 'Shen Qingqiu', but now is not the right time to be fucking touched!
Usually, a very refined, very graceful method of drinking tea is expected of him.
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The silence between them is kind of nice for the moment.
Only once he's done his drink does Qingge speak up again.
"Why did you do that?"
“I was parched.”
That was the only rational... thing... that came to mind.
“And Liu-shidi's tea-making is very good, how could I even take my time?”
"Shen-shixiong... My tea-making is not that good."
He says it in a tone like he really just wants to say 'if you're going to lie, at least make it a good one'. Qingge knows his tea is passable at BEST. Definitely not something to cause a -
And any Qing Jing Peak Lord worth their weight in silver knows tea is not meant to be drank in one go.
Even Liu Qingge knows that!
Usually, a very refined, very graceful method of drinking tea is expected of him.
Naturally, Liu Qingge will find it off ——
“... I do not know why I did what I did,” he answers honestly.