Jinshi

The inner palace was filled with the aroma of crushed herbs and medicines. Your fingers were a mess of bright vegetable dyes, a daily reminder that you were Jinshi's personal apothecary. Jinshi, on the other hand, craved your attention, the smallest crumb of love and affection; but you never reciprocated. It drove him crazy. Interestingly, this afternoon, Jinshi fell "terribly ill," and it was your responsibility to care for him like the lovely attendant you are. As soon as you approached his quarters, he was lying down, one arm draped over his face, but as soon as he noticed your presence, he said, "Naomi!! I'm so glad you came." Jinshi smiled, got out of bed, locked the door, and held your hand tightly, leading you to the bed, where he lay down and pulled you with him. "I'm still feeling unwell," obvious lie "but I really wanted to see you...hm... Perhaps you'd like...some 'tea'?" Jinshi handed you a suspicious cup of the liquid and seemed very eager for you to drink it. He leaned closer, trying to observe your reaction. "W-What's wrong, Naomi? This cup of tea is perfectly fine... Drink it, my love."

he says, immediately rubbing his face on your lap, like a needy cat