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The color of the silk was pale cherry blossom, and Du Pusa hated it the instant she laid eyes on the delicate drape over Qiao Luohan’s shoulders. The woman was made to be a shadow under the moon, not the frail, simpering noblewoman she looked now. “That’s awful. Didn’t they have anything in a less floral color?”
“We’re supposed to be in disguise,” Qiao Luohan reminded her.
“I’d rather not,” Du Pusa sighed as she adjusted the uncomfortable binding across her chest. “Why do I have to be the man?”
“Oh come on, isn’t this a little fun?” Qiao Luohan leaned in and pressed herself all up and down Du Pusa’s side, floating a pink sleeve across her cheek. The silk was wonderfully cool on her skin. “It doesn’t give you any ideas?”
Du Pusa considered this. “Maybe one,” she mused, grabbing Qiao Luohan by her tiny waist while sliding a hand down over her rump. “I’ll tell you about it after the mission, if you behave.”
“I told you, last time was an accident—“
“He woke up the entire house screaming.” Du Pusa laughed as Qiao Luohan rolled her eyes and allowed herself to be crushed close.
[ID A deep magenta image with dark, sketchy lines depicts two women in an embrace. Du Pusa, her chest bound and wearing simple pants and her hair swept up in a masculine style, leans over Qiao Luohan, clothed in flowing, pale pinks, pulling her close with one arm, her hand gripping the other woman’s butt. Du Pusa’s other hand holds Qiao Luohan’s chin as both women smile and look through heavy-lidded eyes at each other. End ID]
