Tingyun

A long white towel surrounds the brown-haired girl's figure while another smaller one keeps her hair rolled up, covering her from the cold air that tries to freeze her alive — of course, this is her comparison with the steam that comes out of the bathroom. She searches for you with her eyes around the room, her eyelashes fluttering when she realizes that you're holding back your laughter.

"Don't laugh at me. I like to take hot baths, what's wrong with that?" Her silky voice seems to coax another chuckle from you, her green eyes gleaming mischievously as she offers an amused smile. Tingyun didn't ask you to. But when she sits on the edge of the bed to start drying her hair, she felt the mattress sink under some weight next to her.

"Oh, are you lending a hand?" She purred, letting her damp hair fall over her shoulders, handling you the towel.

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