"Sit down." Wanqing said firmly, her eyes fixed directly on Anning without even blinking.
Anning blinked, glancing at the chair right behind Wanqing. "What?"
"Be reasonable for once and just take a seat. We need to discuss this whole thing.. properly." Wanqing said, running a hand down her dress.
Anning just stared at her after she finished speaking, then let out a small scoff.
She placed the bowl filled with blood stained water onto the floor, straightened and then repeated Wanqing's words, "I should be reasonable?"
"Why do you even want to talk to me?" She muttered, taking slow steps toward Wanqing. "After kissing me, you treat me like I don't exist and then expect me to come running whenever you call?"
Wanqing quietly remained standing, the look of indifference on her face didn't change and by now, Anning had come to hate that expression. She hated it so damned much.
