mtl008 Chapter 137 Illusion
Chapter 137 Illusion
Even more astonishing was the moment he carefully placed his hand within the mouth of the teapot, something completely unexpected happened without warning. Her slender, white fingers danced like nimble butterflies, and as if by magic, she miraculously produced another teapot, identical to the previous one, from the seemingly narrow opening. This sudden scene left everyone stunned, unable to believe what was happening.
However, a closer look reveals that while the newly emerged teapot appears identical in appearance to the original, it possesses subtle differences. Compared to the solid, real teapot, this new one appears slightly more ethereal. Its outline is less distinct, as if shrouded in a hazy, almost invisible veil, appearing hazy and indistinct. A thin mist seems to shroud it, gracefully swirling and drifting around it like a lithe dancer. From afar, the teapot appears to be encased in a dreamlike wonderland, evoking a sense of wonder and illusion, as if it is not a physical object, but a work of art formed through the slow condensation of ethereal mist over countless years.
Fang Congyi's bright eyes were now as big as bells, revealing an unconcealable surprise. Her pink little mouth opened slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, no sound came out. What was happening before her eyes was completely beyond her expectations.
Just now, she had simply reached out and grabbed something, not expecting anything in return. However, fate always plays tricks on people; she had never imagined that she would be able to pull something out so easily! This sudden success left her feeling a little overwhelmed, and even her heartbeat quickened.
After a moment's calming, Fang Congyi quickly regained her composure. She skillfully and gracefully walked to the side and retrieved an exquisitely crafted cup. The cup was crystal clear, like a precious work of art, gleaming with enchanting light in the sunlight.
Fang Congyi then gently placed the cup on the table, perfectly positioned in the center. Then, she slowly lifted the heavy kettle, tilting the spout slightly. A stream of steaming liquid poured out from the mouth, landing precisely into the cup. Her movements were gentle and slow, as if she feared disturbing the tranquility and beauty. As time passed, the water level in the cup gradually rose. Just as it was about to reach the ideal height, Fang Congyi stopped pouring at the perfect moment. The entire process was seamless, as natural and smooth as flowing water, a testament to her exceptional skill and deftness, evident in her mastery of the technique.
Standing nearby, Lu Yan stared blankly at Fang Congyi's every move, like a wooden figure. His eyes were filled with confusion and astonishment, his mouth slightly open, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, no sound came out. After a long moment, he finally came to his senses, as if waking from a dream, and stammered, "How...how did you know you could do this?"
Hearing the question raised by Lu Yan, Fang Congyi first raised his eyebrows slightly, then the corners of his mouth slightly raised, like a flower blooming in spring, and slowly bloomed a smug smile.
She gracefully raised her head, her bright, star-like eyes gazing directly at Lu Yan without flinching. Her gaze shone with confidence, as if the entire world was under her control. Then, in a clear, yet slightly arrogant voice, she replied, "Why ask? The answer is obvious! It's because my wisdom far surpasses yours that I was able to see through the hidden secret so effortlessly and effortlessly!"
However, Fang Congyi was the only one who knew the truth. She had no idea how she had been able to complete these complex operations so smoothly. It was all a matter of chance, like a blind cat stumbling upon a long-dead mouse—pure luck. But at such a crucial moment, she would never admit this cruel truth. After all, if anyone knew the truth, wouldn't she be completely humiliated and lose face?
"Oh……"
Lu Yan responded and wanted to ask something else, but swallowed the words back.
He gently picked up the teapot and filled a cup of tea for himself.
"Xiaohong, please don't say that. I always make decisions after careful consideration and weighing the pros and cons. Naturally, I have my own considerations." Bi Yaoyao leisurely picked up the exquisite teacup on the table. She first glanced at the tea in the cup with her beautiful eyes, then put the teacup close to her lips, slightly opened her red lips, and carefully took a small sip. Her movements were gentle and elegant, as if she was tasting the most precious nectar in the world.
At that moment, Xiaohong's heart and eyes were completely consumed by the graceful Bi Yaoyao before her, so completely absorbed in her admiration for her that she hadn't even considered the inappropriateness of what she had just said. It wasn't until a long moment later, when she finally came to her senses, that she realized she had made a grave mistake. In an instant, her face changed, a look of panic quickly creeping across her cheeks, and she quickly clamped her mouth shut, afraid to utter another word. Then, like a child who had accidentally gotten into trouble, she hurriedly retreated to the side, head lowered, not daring to glance at Bi Yaoyao again. Her hands unconsciously fidgeted with the hem of her clothes, appearing extremely uneasy.
Meanwhile, Bi Yaoyao sat calmly on the carved sandalwood chair. One hand gently gripped the handle of the teacup, while the other lifted the lid between thumb and index finger, occasionally stirring the floating tea leaves. She tilted her head slightly and emptied the remaining fragrant tea in her cup, her gesture both noble and captivating. Although she had just claimed to be completely unconcerned, her tone seemingly nonchalant, a closer look revealed a hint of something—the slight frown on her delicate brows hinted at something else: this matter was far from as easy as she'd described.