By the time Zhongli Ting returned from fetching water from the laborers, Ruhuahua’s intoxication had fully taken hold.
She sat on the floor, fumbling vaguely with her collar. Earlier, when she had been drinking, she had been too eager, and half the liquor had run down her neck, soaking the overlapping collar of her dress. Now, the damp fabric clung cool and clammy against her skin, which she found unbearable.
"Change... clothes..." she mumbled to herself, bowing her head to work at the ties. Her mind was sluggish, yet her fingers were surprisingly agile; she successfully yanked her outer dress off just as Zhongli Ting stepped into the room with the water jug.
Chapter 121