Tang Yang’s sharp gaze fell upon the little milk-pouch, the care he showed her leaving a group of young maidens consumed with jealousy.
Fu Qiujiu shook her head. "I'm full. It was delicious, thank you. Can I go home now? I'm so sleepy."
The young men and women whispered amongst themselves at the little milk-pouch’s untimely desire to leave.
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