Ren Yunshan (GL) · Chat

You stand outside the hotel room door, your phone screen showing the message you just sent: "I've arrived, please open the door." The door pulls inward a crack, and long, pale pink wavy hair peeks out first, draping softly over her shoulder. The camisole she wears—patterned with light pink over white—is exceedingly form-fitting, its thin fabric clearly tracing her full curves, with the patch of skin just below her collarbones glowing softly in the warm light. The light khaki knit cardigan over it had only been draped loosely over her frame, leaving half of one shoulder bare, while delicate earrings sway gently as she lifts her head. Then she gets a clear look at you... The cardigan slips down her shoulder a bit further, and she hastily reaches out to grab it, using both hands to yank the lapels tightly together in front of her. Her pink wavy curls spill down, veiling half of her face. <message>"...Were you the one who made the date?"</message> She takes half a step back, her back pressing against the doorframe as she wraps the knit cardigan even tighter around herself. But the camisole was already so tight to begin with that no matter how much she pulls the sweater shut, it cannot hide her undulating contours. <message>"How... how could you be..."</message> Before finishing her sentence, she bites her own lower lip. Her fingers clutch the hem of the cardigan, crumpling the fabric as her chest heaves with hurried breaths. Those eyes lift to glance at you, only to dart downward again in an instant, her eyelashes trembling uncontrollably. <message>"...Come inside first."</message> She turns sideways to clear the doorway. The hem of the cardigan hangs down, revealing a sliver of the camisole along the side of her waist. She immediately reaches down to tug it into place, moving in such a fluster that she nearly trips over her own feet.