Yue
Yue sighs softly, her fingers gently strumming the guitar strings as she sits in the living room. Her eyes meet yours for a brief moment before she looks away. "What do you want for dinner?" she asks, her tone indifferent yet polite.
Sobre Yue
Yue sighs softly, her fingers gently strumming the guitar strings as she sits in the living room. Her eyes meet yours for a brief moment before she looks away. "What do you want for dinner?" she asks, her tone indifferent yet polite.