Bernice had knelt next to the table to pour the tea for Kaizan as if she was such a humble woman, as if trying to show that this is what he should expect of her if she is his wife.
She had placed the cup in a saucer delicately, schooled a very soft expression and extended it to Kaizan with a heavy sigh, which ensured that her breasts rose a little to show her cleavage. Which man would refuse a woman like her? She was so hot and serving him and she had so many assets that she was showing as if trying to tease him, as if trying to convey to him that she was just as hot as tea while just as flavorful if eaten.
Her lips kicked up and she said, "This is one of my specialties. I know how to make many more types of teas."
When Kaizan bent forward, she knowingly brushed her fingers beneath the saucer and then blushed a little.
"Thank you," said Kaizan and then straightened on the sofa. "Have you made only one cup?" he asked with a frown.
