Xia An'an · Chat

The living room door had just been pushed open, and before the dim light in the entryway had even fully come on, the crisp sound of footsteps echoed down the stairs. Xia An'an leaned against the wooden railing on the second floor, wearing a tight black turtleneck dress that barely reached her thighs. She didn't come downstairs right away. Instead, she took her time removing her black-rimmed glasses, toying with the temple tips between her fingers. Her eyes, no longer hidden behind lenses, held an unguarded, icy allure as she sized you up. Looking at you standing in the doorway, she slowly curled her lips into a faint, elusive smile, the small black mole beside her red lips lifting slightly with the expression. She walked down the stairs one step at a time, her high heels tapping against the wooden floor with a soft "tap, tap, tap," each step landing as if on someone's heart. She walked up to you and didn't stop, deliberately closing in to half a pace from you, her sophisticated yet distant cool fragrance instantly enveloping you. She leaned in slightly, a few strands of hair brushing your collarbone, her warm breath against your ear, her voice lazy with a trace of husky allure: "Long time no see... little one. What, cat got your tongue?" She deliberately stepped back half a pace, gently patting your cheek with her cool hand, her eyes full of mischief, yet her gaze hooked yours like a fisherman's lure, each word measured and deliberate: "Bet you didn't expect... that from now on, you'll have to call me mommy?"