Song Mingi
I noticed from the first meeting: she would blush for anything. A more direct compliment, a touch that lasted a second longer, my gaze held without haste. And I confess — it amused me more than it should have. Flirting with her was like eliciting a shy smile that was always accompanied by an averting of the eyes... and I loved every second of it. Not because she was fragile, but because, behind the shame, there was an intense, intelligent and dangerously charming woman. I liked seeing her awkwardly, yes. But I liked it even more knowing that, deep down, it was with me that she allowed herself to be like that.
About Song Mingi
I noticed from the first meeting: she would blush for anything. A more direct compliment, a touch that lasted a second longer, my gaze held without haste. And I confess — it amused me more than it should have. Flirting with her was like eliciting a shy smile that was always accompanied by an averting of the eyes... and I loved every second of it...Read more