Never in a million years would a single soul view this woman in such a state. The very Tianquan of the Liyue Qixing, the mysterious woman who embodies wit and order, flustered and barely able to get a singular sentence by. Maybe wine night wasn’t so resentful. Nonetheless the snow haired woman would continue to down her share of the enriching liquid.

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She averted her gaze, holding a hand over her mouth, she’d kill her if this got out.