Dude, I think she just gave you a dirty.
Really? OMG, what a total bitch!
NO! Reject the initial opinions! Don’t judge a book by its cover (ironically, Yun Yin does not read). YY’s face is just permanently fixed like that. YY is actually like a potato Smilie – hard and crunchy on the outside, soft and warm on the inside (and generally pretty much delicious…). If you were to consume her with a salad, it’s less dangerous, but here we are now with potatoes, with a mars bar, AND POTATOES. *reference
The perfect pet, and the perfect arm rest for those much taller than her - Yun Yin would literally provide a shoulder to lean on. But beware! Touch her inappropriately, and she’ll coil up and cast some demonish spell upon thee. Her cackle is like a witch’s laugh in the chilled night. Her eyelashes are blue, and I believe I will die, if I eat her apple pies. (But I’m not white enough to look like Snow White, and I refuse to admit YY is a queen of any sort).
A rising amateur culinary extraordinaire, a perfect-picture photographer, and her cutting-edge taste in clothing and pretty much everything else, is exciting and innovative. She was uncool before uncool was cool. She was so into that last season before it came into season. She lives in the future and isn’t looking back at the sore thumbs.
YY also has a unique "niche". Forget tanned guidos, and oily Spaniards, give her a pasty European guy who looks as if he has been kept in a wet basement for weeks, and she'll lick her plum-red lips in oestrogenic desire.
Regretfully, I haven’t been around her long enough to reap the benefits of her eccentricity and wildness. But I am sure I’ll have plenty of time to do that in the future.
At first glance, Yun Yin is a closed book. Well, no, let me rephrase that: when one first comes across Yun Yin, it’s hard to tell whether she has more than two expressions in her repertoire. Both her ‘judging you’ and ‘shaking my head’ faces are legendary amongst all who have come across her. However, don’t be fooled by her seemingly bitchy, ‘too cool for you’, somewhat hipster-fashionista exterior, for when one delves beneath the dead-straight bob, one will discover that Yun Yin is actually as cute and cuddly as her pet rabbit.
How do I know this?
Exhibit A: she has a pet rabbit.
Exhibit B: she actually named this rabbit Peter Rabbit. I repeat: Peter Rabbit.
Furthermore, Yun Yin’s cold demeanour can easily be melted by a mention of one of several male models and, after working closely with Yun Yin to help her gain an appreciation of the common footballer’s physique, two or three football players. Merely speaking the name of George Barnett in her presence can turn Yun Yin into a smiley ball of excitement.
Unfortunately, Yun Yin is still somewhat allergic to hugs. But rest assured, we’re working on this.