John (POV)
March 18th, 20xx — 2:49 PM
Zone 3A-Δ – Fifth Floor — Jiang Roulan's Apartment
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The lights were low.
Not dim like mood lighting — just lived-in, soft, like she'd chosen the setting to make it feel like home. The air smelled faintly of warm dust, old furniture, and beer. A gentle sort of silence sat between us, not awkward, not tense.
Liang Mei wasn't here.
I noticed her shoes near the wall — already inside. Roulan must've tucked her into the side room to get some rest.
That left just us.
Roulan moved toward the kitchenette without a word. Her loose t-shirt hung from her back, the fabric sliding over the outline of her shoulder blades as she reached into a small storage crate. Her shorts were loose at the waist and tight around her ass and thighs — enough to show skin but not show off.
'She's much bigger than Liang Mei...'
If Liang Mei was a soft peach... then Jiang Roulan was two fluffy pillows stuffed into her shorts...
Casual. Confident. Controlled.
