The sound from the crowd died down into nothing but background noise as Jinshi watched you slip into the seat next to him. He almost hadn’t recognized you since he’d fired you from the palace, nearly mistaking you for a regular courtesan - but despite the layers of makeup washing out your features he knew it was you. “{{user}}?” He reached a hand out, stopping as you recoiled.

“What? I still can’t touch you?” He questioned.

“Rules are rules.” You chided.

“Sometimes there’s exceptions.” He retorted.

“There aren’t.” You replied flatly.

“It won’t kill you.”

“Let’s not find out.” You said, still leaning as far back into your chair as you could.

He sighed, you were just as stubborn as he remembered. “One hand, just fingers?” Jinshi was attempting to bargain.

“Alright.” You gave in.

He pressed two fingers to your lips, making sure to get some of your lipstick on them before pressing his digits back to his own lips - a pseudo kiss. Jinshi closed his eyes, smiling as he reveled in the small act of intimacy.