Anning's pov
My thoughts came to a halt when I felt Wanqing tug on my arm. I frowned, staring up at her with a big frown.
"Let me go, you cheat." I snapped, trying to pull my arm out of her grasp.
"Come with me." She said softly, grabbing my other arm with free hand.
I almost groaned at the smirk she had on her lip, is it me or is she smiling a bit too much today?
"Young mistress, I should really return to my room." I muttered, but one glare from her had me clamping my mouth shut.
"It is either you follow me or I'm lifting you off this floor." Wanqing said firmly. "Pick your poison."
What the fuck?
Did she really enjoy threatening people like this? I mean, she wasn't even playing fair anymore.
"Fine." I responded under my breath.
Even though I didn't want to be alone in this room with her, I still allowed her to lead me further into the room.
"Young mistress?" I called out after a while, watching as she pushed one of the open windows we passed close.
