I followed Diaochan into the back garden, where the moonlight spilled over her like a cloak of silver gauze. She walked with the elegant grace of a cat, her waist swaying gently and the hem of her skirt fluttering, making my throat tighten.
"Mr. Huanxi is certainly bold," she stopped under an osmanthus tree, glancing back with a smile, "daring to flirt with Dong Zhuo's woman right in front of him."
"His woman?" I chuckled, pulling a stolen flask from my sleeve. "That old lecher Dong Zhuo hasn't even touched your hand, has he?"
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