Even so, she obediently took the bowl, using a silver spoon to stir the smooth, thick porridge. The refreshing sweetness of lotus seeds blended with the soft, waxy texture of lily bulbs, drifting upward. Suddenly noticing a fresh oil stain on his sleeve from a stray grain of rice, she hurriedly pulled out a silk handkerchief to wipe it clean.
"Look at you," she murmured. "You told me to eat, yet you have no manners yourself, getting rice all over your sleeves."
Han Zhi shrank back slightly as her fingertips brushed against his cuff, tickling him. Watching her earnestly wipe away the grease, he was reminded of every morning before he mounted his carriage, when she would tidy his clothes for him.
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