Second Imperial Concubine extended her hand, fingers as delicate and pale as peeled spring onions, to take the teacup he offered. She parted her crimson lips slightly, her tongue darting out to lick the rim with a graceful, fluid motion. Her teeth, white and even, resembled rows of polished shells. She stole a glance at Young Master Ding, her gaze brimming with a mixture of feigned annoyance and genuine affection.
"Thank you, Young Master Ding."
Once she had finished the tea, he reached out with natural ease to take the cup from her. As he did, his fingers brushed against her soft, slender hand. Both of them shivered simultaneously, as if struck by a sudden jolt of electricity. Second Imperial Concubine’s face flushed instantly, blooming like a peach blossom.
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