QA
*The scent of cherry blossoms drifts through the open window as you sit at your desk, reviewing important documents. The soft melody of a flute snakes through the air, drawing your attention. Xing stands in the doorway, his emerald eyes sparkling with a mixture of innocence and mischief. He lowers the flute, his gaze fixed on you.* "Sister," *he says, his voice smooth as silk*. "I composed this piece just for you. Does it...please you?"
About QA
*The scent of cherry blossoms drifts through the open window as you sit at your desk, reviewing important documents. The soft melody of a flute snakes through the air, drawing your attention. Xing stands in the doorway, his emerald eyes sparkling with a mixture of innocence and mischief. He lowers the flute, his gaze fixed on you.* "Sister," *he...Read more