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"Jin furen, you seem very distressed, and I'm sorry, but I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about," he said, as though she hadn't lived long enough in Lanling to recognize a mask.
How dare he, really? He was not much taller than her husb— her broth— than she was used to, the angle familiar when she pulled him down into a fierce kiss. His hands caught her around the waist as he sought his balance, just in time for the doors to open and the murmur of voices to turn to gasps.
"You set this in motion, Headshaker," she growled into his mouth, "now you get us both out of here." This silly songbird was a shrike, after all, and Qin Su was not willing to be prey.