"Hey, hey! Fatty, stop eating!"
Chen Xuantian, who was focused on gnawing a pig's hoof at the Nangong Family banquet, glanced sidelong, inexplicably looking at the maid beside him pouring wine, who suddenly opened her mouth to scold him.
The maid had her face veiled in gauze, her high bun cloud-like, her black hair glossy as lacquer, adorned with beads and emeralds, with a few strands of green silk falling around her neck. Her eyebrows and eyes emanated autumn waves, born with allure.
On her upper body, a curved coat covered her, matched with a skirt trailing on the ground, tied at the waist with a silk ribbon. The skirt's fabric was thin like mist, the silk and satin had a glossy shine, embellished with cloud patterns and phoenix bird embroidery.
