Han Zhi couldn't help laughing when he heard this, seeing Lǚ Huìqīng's face flush completely red, the honey-preserved trinket on his jade belt hook swaying with a sticky sheen.
"Stop talking nonsense!" Lǚ Huìqīng's bamboo strip almost poked the tip of Han Zhi's nose. "I was merely delivering a ci poem for Master Liǔ! Yes... merely delivering a ci poem for Master Liǔ to the three ladies."
"Delivering a ci poem for Master Liǔ?" Han Zhi took the lantern base from Zhāng Huáimín, his fingertips brushing against the residual sweet-scented osmanthus balm left on it. "Since when have you been in communication with Master Liǔ?"
Chapter 412