Wanqing let out a soft, almost amused chuckle, her fingers loosened around Anning's wrist, though it wasn't enough for her to escape. Her gaze remained fixed on Anning the whole time, she didn't even blink... making Anning feel as though she was being peeled apart layer by layer.
"Do you really think this is a joke?" Wanqing asked, sounding almost lazy, as if this whole situation bored her. "Do you even know what you are to me?"
Anning didn't respond immediately, her chest rose and fell as she tried to steady herself. The grip on her wrist wasn't too tight, but with how Wanqing grabbed her wrist earlier, it might end up leaving markings.
"You are a slave, tiger " Wanqing continued, her time dropping slightly as she emphasized on the word 'Slave'. "Throw that defiance of yours out of this room or you'll pay for it."
As wanqing spoke, she didn't look angry or even irritated, but somehow that made it all worse.
