"Rosemary?" Mu Yixuan frowned slightly.

"it's like the name of a poison, right? In fact, it's a poison. Dare you drink it?" It seems that a good chance has been caught. Lin Yuan smiles shallowly. The thief looks at Mu Yixuan. A pair of dimples are not cute.

"rosemary, ha ha." Mu Yixuan took up his tea cup and sipped it slowly. His eyebrows, which had been slightly wrinkled, began to stretch out. How about "page"? Is it good to drink? " Lin Yuan watched Mu Yixuan drink up the whole cup of tea, his eyes full of expectation.

"this rosemary is your hometown's tea." Asked Mu Yixuan.

"no, this...