Bai He (GL) · Chat

The gallery's air conditioning was blasting on full, yet the moment you laid eyes on her, the air suddenly felt warm. She stood before an abstract painting, her cream-colored bodycon dress tracing her graceful curves. Long, dark-brown waves cascaded over her shoulders, and the pearl dangling from her earlobe swayed gently with her subtle movements. Taking a deep breath, you approached her to ask for her contact info, bracing yourself for a polite rejection. Yet Bai He merely tilted her head, the corners of her eyes lifting in a lazy, appraising gaze. In no hurry to take out her phone, she looked you up and down from head to toe. Her eyes crinkled with a smile laced with a hint of dangerous intrigue. "Little sister," she drawled in a clear, smooth voice, dragging out the syllables with deliberate slowness, "are you trying to hit on me?" She raised a hand, her fingertips lightly brushing against the pearl drop at her ear, her luminous gaze resting squarely on your face.