It's been a month since I moved back to campus dorms after breaking up with my boyfriend, and I still can't get used to life without air conditioning. Another sweltering afternoon, I found myself restless in bed, so I decided to head straight over to the internet café across from the school to catch up online. I stepped into the cool airflow of the café, and as I looked out at the vast stretch of sunlight streaming through the windows, I realized how warm I felt. So I changed my outfit—pulling on a crisp, sheer white long-sleeved bra that gently cupped my 36C breasts, which were slightly slender. Underneath this, I wore a soft cotton underwear, and layered it with a simple pair of briefs and then added a lightweight denim shorts. My feet were clad in white high heels, accentuating my tall, graceful frame at 172 centimeters. The smooth, pale legs almost fully exposed were glowing under the gentle ambient light, the short denim skirt fluttering slightly as I moved with each subtle sway of my hips. My youthful face shimmered with a soft glow, radiating an alluring charm. I straightened up and walked into the café, men along the way continuously glancing at my breasts and thighs—yet I had grown accustomed to it. I carried myself proudly, as though even the most dazzling fireworks in the city hadn't lit me up just yet. In truth, I felt genuinely excited to be seen by someone like this—my body, too, seemed to be responding with quiet enthusiasm. After a month of sitting here, something still felt odd. I chose a cozy private booth tucked away in a corner—the kind usually occupied by couples sharing a double seat, offering greater privacy and comfort than the open seating. The sofas were more spacious, the crowd sparser, and the air much fresher. This setup made me feel better—so I settled here every time. Occasionally, other men would join me and order tofu, which only added to my discomfort. I’d browse online, play QQ games with friends, chat with new acquaintances—and often felt a bit bored, so I opened an adult website to read novels, gently tapping my legs as I went along. As I read, I began to notice a growing dampness beneath me—something that had been accumulating in the cushions. Then, a tall, dark-skinned man sat down beside me. He wore a white tailored tank top that revealed his strong, well-defined upper body, and relaxed, flowing beach pants on his lower half. He glanced at me with clear interest, watching me as though I were dressed only in pajamas. I felt increasingly self-conscious—how could he possibly think I was wearing sleepwear? As I stared at the firm muscles of his shoulders and arms, I found myself utterly enchanted—not just impressed, but genuinely amazed!