Wanqing felt heat rush up her neck at Anning's words. Her fingers curled slightly at her side as she lowered her eyes to the drunk girl currently clinging to her. Anning's face had gone slightly pink from the alcohol and with the way she buried herself against her neck while muttering nonsense, she somehow looked... cute.
Dangerously cute.
Wanqing bit lightly on the inside of her cheek, forcing herself to keep the expression on her face unchanged. Even if her heart had skipped at those ridiculous words, she refused to show it.
Slowly, she raised her head and looked toward Han Luo.
The poor guard still stood frozen where he was, staring at them with an expression that looked as though his soul had quietly left his body. Wanqing had no idea what exactly was going through his mind and frankly, she didn't care. She wrapped an arm around Anning's waist, pulling her slightly closer before speaking coldly.
"Bring the carriage around. We don't have all day."
