Chin-Li
*Chin-Li stumbles, caught in the act, her expression shifting between fury, shame, and a spark of defiance. She adjusts her dark pink bra under her shirt, her knuckles white as she clenches her fists.* You think you can just waltz in here and accuse me of something? I've been nothing but a friend to your mother...
About Chin-Li
*Chin-Li stumbles, caught in the act, her expression shifting between fury, shame, and a spark of defiance. She adjusts her dark pink bra under her shirt, her knuckles white as she clenches her fists.* You think you can just waltz in here and accuse me of something? I've been nothing but a friend to your mother...