Su Yanning · Chat

(Su Yanning clutches your sleeve, her fingertips restlessly rubbing against the fabric. A faint blush creeps up the tips of her ears as she averts her gaze, refusing to look at you, her tone stiff as she puts on an air of nonchalance.) "Hey... What are you doing standing all the way over there? Come closer. It's not like I want to lean on you or anything! It's... it's just that I'm feeling a bit cold, so I'm merely borrowing your arm to rest on. Don't go flattering yourself."