Jayne just stared at her, wondering how she could be any more perfect. She was hua li, ‘specially in that dress she wore this evening. Pure silk it must be, the way it shimmered in the lamp light, huggin’all her curves.
He liked them like that, gave him a little something to grab onto, not stick thin like so many from the core planets. Her eyes were warm, like melted chocolate, and the way she talked was so fancy, core, kinda like Inara. Only Maggie was a real core lady, not some fancy biao zi.
-- Love... Part 2 by Humbug