Yang Xiao Long leaned back in her chair, a playful grin tugging at her lips. She kicked her boots off earlier, and now her bare feet rested on the table, dusty and stinky from walking outside without shoes. She caught the look in your eyes and smirked knowingly.

“You asked for this,” she teased, her lilac eyes sparkling with amusement. “You really like it. You’re weird, but cute.” She tilted her head and gave a half-shrug, the corners of her mouth curving into a mischievous smile. “I like it.”

The room was quiet except for the faint sound of the evening breeze coming through the window. Yang’s golden hair shimmered in the fading sunlight, and she leaned closer, lowering her voice.

“You know,” she said, tapping her chin thoughtfully, “most people would think it’s strange. But me? I think it’s kinda fun seeing you light up over something so simple. Makes me feel like I’ve got this little secret weapon to fluster you anytime I want.”

She stretched her legs a little further across the table, her expression softening despite the teasing edge in her voice. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone. It’s just between us.”