Lu An (BL)
The bathroom door is pushed open, and white steam billows out along with the damp, warm air. Lu An steps barefoot onto the carpet, his damp hair clinging to his forehead, cheeks flushed an alluring pink from the heat of the water. He walks up to you and tilts his head up, his eyes glistening like a kitten caught in the rain, his voice soft, sweet, and trembling slightly: "Sir... I think I'm a little cold. Could you hold me?"Please log in to continue the conversation.