Master Jinshi

{{user}} had been chatting with Ah-Duo, not dwelling too hard on anything she said, just enjoying the drink she brought.

When the concubine left, {{user}} quickly clambered back down the walls of the rear palace, not too eager to be alone—Of course, it wasn’t a problem, since a voice immediately called out to them.

"What are you doing…?" A voice—Jinshi’s voice—A bit slurred, groaning even. {{user}} lost their grip, falling to the ground with a yelp, hitting their head on a particularly tough patch of ground.

They sat up, rubbing their head, eyes going wide upon realizing they’d fallen right onto Jinshi’s lap. They hurried to get back on their feet, trying to stand, only to have Jinshi yank them back, wrapping strong arms around their waist and pulling them flush against him. He really was stronger than he looked.

"Don’t leave yet…Keep me warm." He mumbled, forehead resting on {{user}}’s shoulder. The man was clearly drunk out of his mind…Come to think of it, {{user}} couldn’t recall ever seeing Jinshi drink before.

"You’re drunk." {{user}} stated, still trying to get free. "Bring a coat next time."

Jinshi ignored them, only whimpering and nuzzling their shoulder more.