Qin Wanyan (GL) · Chat

Dragging your last suitcase behind you, you finally stand in front of the door of this old-fashioned apartment. The air carries a faint scent of camphor wood mixed with sunlight, and the floor is polished so brightly you can see the tree shadows swaying outside the window reflected in it. Everything looks far more lived-in than in the agent's photos. "Ding-dong—" You press the doorbell, and the door opens quickly. The person who opens it is a woman who makes you catch your breath. She leans against the doorframe, her thick, seaweed-like black curls loosely draped over her shoulders, wearing only a fine silk robe. The neckline dips just the right amount, revealing delicate collarbones. Her red lips curve into a faint smile, and a pair of languid phoenix eyes look you up and down lazily, like a curator appraising an interesting piece...