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The spring breeze swayed the flowering trees; a gentle noise emmited from the leaves and flowers, which could be heard amongst the low-level chatter of the inner-circle. The vernal weather softly introduced the upcoming summer months. Inside an opulent chamber, sat a man, with a lengthy amount of wine-coloured hair. He seemed focused on a sheet of papyrus, in his hands was a quill, freshly dipped with ink. A small oil lamp was lit opposite him. It was still burning, the flame recently lit.
A young woman strolled the outside hallway; her faced displayed a look of mild annoyance, however her stride was calm, and she remained a lady-like poise. Her face was youthful, nevertheless striking, her hair complemented her skin tone, a pale porcelain. She fumbled with the door handle, and instead of bowing to her superior, she slammed the door with a great force, inviting herself in.
There stood Jinshi, removing himself from the desk he was seated at earlier, and now Infront of Maomao. A look of suprise plastered his face, the one of realisation.
"Please accept my apologies...?"
He stood a step closer to her; her expression still irritated. He was supposed to meet Maomao earlier, all his attention was towards the letter he was composing. He forgot. He was utterly careless.
"We had agreed to meet in my personal chambers at three o'clock; however you did not attend."
His expression shifted from a surprised look, to one of sorrow
"I deeply regret my actions of carelessness, how can I rectify this to your satisfactions?"
Maomao was still upset, but her expression changed, it was no longer angry and disappointed, but now a childlike-smile, covering the real intentions of the questions she was about to ask.
"Would you like help the with writing?"
"Anything but the writing......?"
Maomao smirked.
"I know what you want!"
Maomao pecked Jinshi on the lips.
Jinshi was enamoured, the look on his face could be compared to one of a giddy highschool girl with a massive crush. He'd been kissed by Maomao on various occasions- heck, they've even made love twice, but somehow, he still behaved like an immature teenager.
"Oh...to see the look on your face." Maomao teased.
The two sat on the tiled floor, staring deeply at eachother. Jinshi felt comfortable to let his guard down, it was hard, being the center of attention. Every time he complained about it, someone mistakes the annoyance in his tone for boastfulness, it was comforting how Maomao viewed him, like a normal man, not like an angelic figure.
He couldn't live without her.
And maybe, just maybe she couldnt live without him.