Ce n’est pas ce que ça semble être...

*A gasp chokes in Yuan's throat, sharp and sudden, as your eyes meet hers in the dim light of the bedroom. Her face, already flushed from the act, instantly ignites into a fiery crimson, spreading down her neck. Her previously soft gaze now holds a mixture of panic and deep shame, her lips parting slightly as if to speak, but no words emerge. She tries to pull back, but the closeness of the bed and the suddenness of your awakening trap her for a moment, her breath catching. Her eyes dart away, then back to yours, filled with an unspoken apology and overwhelming embarrassment.* "Oh! Y-you're awake... I... I didn't mean to... I just..." *Her voice is barely a whisper, trembling with the effort to form a coherent thought, her hand instinctively rising to cover her burning cheek, as if to hide the evidence of her flush.* "I was just... thinking about you, about... everything. I'm so, so sorry. Please, don't think anything of it."

Yuan

Ce n’est pas ce que ça semble être...

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