[Music recommendation: Honeybee by Olivia Rodrigo]
Anning's pov
The moment those words left my mouth, I felt a hand wrap around my waist and yanked my body back into the carriage.
Shit, I should've just remained quiet.
I swallowed hard. My back was pressed directly onto the front of Wanqing and we all knew what that meant.
"Y-young miss, you shouldn't..." I trailed off when I felt her push my ponytail out of the way.
"You will watch the way you speak to me, Tiger. Don't push it." Wanqing whispered, nuzzling her face into the crook of my neck.
For a brief moment, I couldn't move. The faint scent of strawberry floating off her and how soft her breasts felt against me had my brain feeling mushy.
But hearing that arrogance in her words only reminded me of the fact that she was still on probation. In fact, we were.
