"Pack up... pack up..." Tang Fei's voice was light, almost sing-song, as she moved around the room with renewed energy.
"Let's go..." She reached for another item, clearly intent on ending this conversation through sheer momentum and action.
Huo Ting Cheng watched her for a moment longer, this woman who could dismiss his concerns with such casual finality, who moved through the world as it would bend to her will simply because she expected it to. Then he got up from the bed in one smooth motion and caught her wrist, gently but firmly pulling her back into his arms.
She turned, surprise flickering across her face before it settled into something softer, more expectant.
"All right... leave it alone," he murmured against her hair, his arms wrapping around her waist. "I give up. You win."
Tang Fei relaxed into his embrace, her earlier briskness melting away. "I wasn't trying to win anything."
