Anning's pov
"Did you just say I'm throwing a tantrum?" Wanqing asked, staring at me in utter disbelief.
Call me stupid, but if I hadn't said that. She would have probably bitten my head off or something.
I shuffled back into the bed, making her place her hand on either side of me. But that couldn't stop me from moving.
"I don't throw tantrums, tiger. I warned you, didn't I?" She said, looking down at me. "I told you to stay away from my father. And yet..."
She trailed off, closing her eyes for a few seconds and taking in a deep breath. When she finally opened them, her black eyes seemed to lose the little color it had left.
"Yet, you still chose to go there. Why do you always act like this, throwing yourself into danger without thinking twice? Do you enjoy playing princess waiting for her knight in shining armor to save her? Do you enjoy me cleaning up your messes?"
