𔓘 Jiu'er bows down, holding a cup of tea out to you. The scent drifting from it is delicate and inviting; it's the scent of peach blossoms.

He keeps his head lowered and his gaze demure. His lips curl into a slight, flirtatious smile as he waits for your approval. In a hushed voice, he asks: "...Is it to your liking?"