"Young Master, shall we play this game?"
Yan Ruxue turned and smiled at Xiao Mo, a hint of anticipation in her eyes.
"Of course," Xiao Mo replied, not minding at all. "So, who will be the one guessing?"
"Hmm..." The young woman pressed a finger to her lips, her elegance tinged with a playful cuteness. "How about you guess, Young Master?"
"Alright. Since you've put it that way, Miss, I can only do my best. I'll try not to disappoint you," Xiao Mo said with a laugh.
"Are you two playing a poetry guessing game?"
Hearing their conversation, a Maid from the teahouse approached and gave them a slight bow.
"Yes," Xiao Mo nodded.
"This way please, Young Master. We have prepared some items for you to use," the Maid said, leading Xiao Mo to a nearby table.
On the table was a variety of items, including lotus flowers, tea leaves, a brush, ink, paper, and an inkstone.
"Miss, please come and choose a poem."
The teahouse Maid said to Yan Ruxue.
