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Anning stared down at Wanqing's hands against her waist, she swallowed hard before looking up at her again. She couldn't afford to be this close to Wanqing, not when she was trying to figure things out.
Without answering Wanqing, she slowly pulled her hands away from her waist and shuffled a few inches away from her.
"What is the meaning of this?" Anning asked, her hands beside her body curled into fists. It took everything in her to remain this calm and Wanqing kept testing her patience.
Wanqing allowed her hands to fall to her side and leaned back. She ran a hand through her hair, feeling utterly frustrated by this situation.
