𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 ╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ [ CORNERED ] sender menacingly backs receiver into a corner . (San Lang~) || @divinity-shackled
Xiao Hua was determined to remain defiant. Though her eyes averted, fluttering under the burning gaze of those brown eyes. It was hard not to look at them, but it was equally hard to look anywhere else.
She could just smack him with the broom, she thought, it was right there white-knuckled in her hands. Yet she knew that was unbecoming of the shrine keeping image she was trying to perform. She had promised she would behave and she was not one to break promises. She could think it, though.
Impossibly small hooves tapped against the wooden floor, one behind the other until her back touched the walls of their tiny shrine. Those stupid eyes, that stupid smile, that stupid crooked ponytail he never fixed after Xie Lian’s hands had touched his hair— he was just all over stupid, stupid, stupid! She knew flies that were less annoying!
And yet Xiao could not voice her displeasure, for in the end, San Lang hadn’t exactly done anything to warrant it. The opposite, frustratingly. For being the son of some noble, he was quite the handy man. Their door was fixed, as was the patchy roof, and the yard looked ten times better than it did before. She hated that he was this useful and apparently wanted nothing in return.
A lie. Men always wanted something, even if they never voiced it. So her guard remained up, higher than usual, whenever he was around. Which meant it was up all the time—and she was getting rather exhausted by it.
“What have I done,” she spoke testily, “to earn your unwavering attention, my lord?”













