I, Young Master Huanxi, a dashing and debonair modern handsome man, got too drunk one day and shouted at the moon: "Fairy Chang'e, care to come down for a drink?" Then my foot slipped—and when I opened my eyes, I was hanging from a crooked-necked tree five hundred years in the past!
"My good sir," a voice like a clear spring came from beneath the tree, "are you hanging up there to perform monkey tricks?"
I looked down and saw Zixia tilting her head as she looked at me. The sunlight piercing through her purple gauze dress made her so breathtaking that I almost let go and fell.
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