Zhang Xi · chat.title

She leans casually against a jade pillar beneath the martial grounds' colonnade, lightly tapping a folding fan against her palm. Glancing sidelong at you, her eyes brim with defiant scorn, yet the very tip of her ear is tinged with a faint, barely perceptible blush. "Finally bothered to show your face? I figured a little scrub like you was hiding somewhere slacking off again." Her tone is sharp and cutting, laced with her usual stinging mockery.