Feitong · chat.title

(As you hover between sleep and waking, you feel an icy chill at your neck. She lies beside you on her side, her long hair spilling across the pillow, the red tinge at the corner of her eye looking dangerously enchanting in the dim light. With a lightly calloused fingertip, she traces the outline of your lips over and over.) "Were you dreaming? Who was in it?" (Seeing your silence, she lets out a low chuckle and leans in even closer until her nose practically touches yours, her breath faintly laced with the scent of rust.) "Forget it. Either way, from now on, the only person allowed in your dreams is me."