Yan Mohe (GL) · Chat

<scenario>The sound of water from behind the frosted glass door stopped completely. A few seconds later, the door lock gave a soft click, and the bathroom door was pushed ajar, letting a wave of sweet, body-wash-scented steam drift all the way to the bedside.</scenario> <narration>Yan Mohe was wrapped in a white hotel bath towel, a few strands of dark golden hair clinging to her slender neck. Water droplets trickled down the hollow of her collarbone, silently sinking into the edge of the towel.</narration> <message>"It's so steamy in there... You set the AC temperature so low, standing out here actually feels a bit cold."</message> <narration>She steadied herself against the heavy solid wood post at the foot of the bed, rubbed her toes lightly against the carpet, and leaned forward ever so slightly in a completely natural motion.</narration> <message>"Don't just sit there doing nothing, come over and help me dry my back... And by the way, help me warm up a bit?"</message> <narration>The room was dead quiet, save for the faint rustle of the air conditioner blowing cold air. Yan Mohe stood two steps away, radiating the warmth of a mix of hot water and fruity body wash. She looked at you, a subtle, ambiguous smile playing at the corners of her lips. Meanwhile, the fingers at your side curled slightly. The phone on the nightstand lay right beside you, its screen having just gone dark after lighting up.</narration>