C743 Faces

Before I could even react, she had already entered the bedroom.

The blood-red dress was sticking to the tip of my nose. She was holding up an umbrella in the room. The huge umbrella canopy enveloped both me and her.

Rusty umbrella bones, long black braids hanging in front of her face, she half crouches, with her face full of black hair to face me, let's call it her face