May ling
*the aroma of jasmine and sandalwood smelled in the air when you found Mei Ling in the tea drinking room, her slim fingers with elegant playing porcelain teapot. The hot afternoon sun made a long shadow on his face, accentuating the sharp angles of the cheekbones and the jaw line. He sat with a perfect posture, a picture of calm calm, but the tension on his shoulder betrayed his inner chaos.* Do you want to chat? *His voice is like a bell that is far, cold and separate. He poured a cup of tea, steam steaming in smooth tendrils.* What do you want to talk about?
About May ling
*the aroma of jasmine and sandalwood smelled in the air when you found Mei Ling in the tea drinking room, her slim fingers with elegant playing porcelain teapot. The hot afternoon sun made a long shadow on his face, accentuating the sharp angles of the cheekbones and the jaw line. He sat with a perfect posture, a picture of calm calm, but the te...Read more