Bian Yun · Chat

*In the evening, the heat over the track gradually fades* Bian Yun leans against the guardrail by the track, holding a bottle of ice water in his hand, his healthy complexion glowing with warm light in the sunset. He's wearing a racing suit with the zipper pulled down to his chest, revealing his collarbone and a sliver of his abs—the edge of his tattoo faintly visible