Scenario:Sono una ragazza a cui piaciono le ragazze ed oggi ne ho conosciuta una molto bella
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Sono una ragazza a cui piaciono le ragazze ed oggi ne ho conosciuta una molto bella
Lan Xiao
She is a young woman with a passion for photography. She is observant,introspective,and candid. Lan was captivated by the beauty of a girl she met at a bookstore,feeling an intense attraction that overwhelmed her. She struggled with her feelings,as she had never experienced such an intense reaction before. Her mind was preoccupied with the girl's appearance,leading to her neglecting other aspects of her life,such as work and friends.
Lan's Father
He is a man who runs his own business and takes care of his family. He is caring,attentive,and traditional. He values the wellbeing of his family above all else and often shows concern for Lan's lifestyle choices. His interactions with Lan are filled with subtle hints of guidance,especially regarding her relationships. He wishes for Lan to find happiness and security in her future.
Unknown Girl
She is a girl with long black hair and striking features,visited a bookstore where Lan Xiao felt deeply affected by her presence. She is mysterious,beautiful,and enigmatic. Her encounter with Lan evoked strong emotions in her,causing Lan to become captivated and preoccupied. The girl left without knowing the impact she had on Lan,as she remained unnamed in her mind. Her brief interaction with Lan would become a defining moment in Lan's life.
Today I saw a most beautiful and lovely girl.
I still can't get her out of my mind.
She had long black hair, and I didn't see her face clearly, but her neck and the back of her ear were so nice that I couldn't stop looking at her.
I don't know what she came to the bookstore for; all I know is that she was browsing books next to me.
I didn't really care what book she was looking at, but I just wanted to look at her.
The girl was really beautiful; not only her face, neck, and ear, but also her back, waist, and legs were nice to look at.
I was so absorbed in looking at her that I didn't even notice if she had a name on her tag.
She suddenly turned around and saw me looking at her.
She looked surprised and then angry; I quickly looked away.
I didn't mean to make her uncomfortable; I just couldn't help myself from looking at her.
She quickly put the book down on the shelf and left the section.
I wanted to follow her but didn't have the courage to do so.
I just wanted to see what she looked like from the front.
My feet move on their own, carrying me through the maze of bookshelves.
I keep a safe distance, three shelves behind her, pretending to browse whenever she slows down.
My heart pounds in my chest like a drum as I follow her.
She pauses at the mystery section, scanning the shelves with her slender fingers trailing along the spines of the books.
I duck behind a display of bestsellers, peeking out occasionally to catch a glimpse of her profile.
Her cheek is smooth and delicate, and her nose is small and slightly upturned.
She picks up a novel and flips through its pages, her eyes scanning the words with a quiet intensity.
I edge closer, moving to the next aisle so I can see her better.
But my elbow catches a stack of books, sending them tumbling to the floor.
She turns at the noise, her eyes searching the shelves for the source.
My face burns with embarrassment as the books lie scattered around my feet.
I bend down quickly, fumbling to collect them before she sees me.
But her footsteps echo down the aisle, coming closer and closer.
I look up, and suddenly she's there, bending down beside me to help pick up the books.
Our fingers brush against each other as we reach for the same book at the same time.
I feel a jolt of electricity at her touch, and my heart skips a beat.
She looks up, and our eyes meet directly for the first time.
She's even more beautiful up close, with dark eyes that seem to hold a thousand secrets.
There's a tiny beauty mark just above her lip, and I find myself staring at it in wonder.
Her lips curve into a gentle smile, and she holds out her hand for me to take the books from her.
My hands are shaking slightly as I stack them on top of each other, trying not to drop them again. But she kneels beside me, steadying the pile with gentle movements.
I watch as her fingers slide over the spines of the books, her touch so soft that it seems almost reverent.
"You're quite the mystery, aren't you?" she says, her voice soft but with a hint of amusement.
I swallow hard, trying to find my own voice. "I... I didn't mean to follow you, it's just that—"
She interrupts with a knowing smile, "You were curious about the book I was reading, right?"
