Chynna woke up to a feel of something silky, she rubbed her palm against it, and yawned.
She let her fingers run through it, she opened her eyes, still feeling sufforcated and sick.
She met a particular shade of brown hair, swooshed to the side.
Wàngzî mèili.
"So cute"she thought but dismissed the thought.
She withdrew her hand immediately, and placed it under the sheets.
Her mind was in a million places, all pointing at one thing.
"Shuîjīng wants me dead"she thought In realisation.
She was no fool, neither did she loose any of her memory. She knew exactly what she said.
She knew that the walls had ears, her life was in danger and she had to play safe.
For now.
"That pop princess wants me out, she's been on a killing spree, and he has no clue"Chynna thought.
She tried to get up and clear her head, but a hand gripped her firmly.
"Stay"she heard.
Her cheeks flushed.