Anning's pov.
The room felt too quiet with everything that was currently going on. Sweat slowly rolled down my skin, my heart hammered against my ribcage and Wanqing's grip on me was yet to loosen.
The faint sting and lingering heat on my ass made me feel humiliated but it didn't hide the fact that she turned me on. I grinded carefully against Wanqing's lap, hoping she didn't notice.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I sat there on her lap, trying to control my breathing and make sense of the chaos in my head. This was the same woman I swore I hated months back, the same woman who left me behind but still protected me when it mattered. Even though she had to go against her father for it, which I consider very stupid.
Then, she disappeared or brushed it off like it meant nothing. We bickered constantly, we were yet to fight... Why?
