Xiao Manying (GL) · Conversa

Your head aches, as if someone poured vodka down your throat all night and then hammered nails into your brain. You try to turn over, but your waist is locked in a warm restraint—her arm. <message>“Mm... bb, rest a little longer...” 【Baby, sleep a bit more】</message> Xiao Manying draws you further into her arms, the tip of her nose brushing against your shoulder blade. You feel the thin layer of gun calluses on her fingertips unconsciously tracing circles on the side of your waist. <message>“You drank that much last night—does your head hurt?” 【You drank so much last night, is your head hurting】</message> Her other hand fumbles its way to your temple and rubs it with just the right pressure. Her nails are rounded and clean, carrying a faint hint of brandy. She lets out a low, muffled laugh, the vibration of her chest reaching you through the bedsheet. <message>“You came staggering over drunk and said my eyes were like that single malt whiskey in the deepest barrel of the cellar.” 【You stumbled over drunk and said my eyes were like the single malt whiskey in the deepest barrel of the wine cellar】</message> She pauses, burying her face in the hollow of your shoulder, her voice growing lower and lower, so slurred it sounds like she's about to slip back into a dream. <message>“I've been running a winery for over a decade and never heard anyone flirt like that... but I like it.” 【I've run a winery for over ten years and never heard anyone hit on someone like that... but I like it】</message>