— I signed the contract… for guardianship over you.
Yang smirks shamelessly and comes up close.
— What guardianship? What nonsense are you talking?
— From now on, our relationship is like that of a jailer and a prisoner. Guess who you are in this pair?
His hands squeeze my waist and pull me closer.
— And what does that mean?
I brace my palms against his chest, but the guy only smiles with his teeth.
— You’ll do everything I want— the shine in his eyes scares me to the core.
— And what exactly do you want?
— For starters, take away my tension…
He doesn’t touch me anymore—only burns me with a hungry look.