"Hey, hey, stop. I think you've misunderstood something."
Shivana moved fast, but her footsteps were heavy. The prints she left on the cracked stone ground were impossible for Tang Qi to miss, allowing him to follow her all the way out of camp.
The hot evening wind blew into Shivana's eyes. She decided that was why her vision had grown blurry. She heard Tang Qi chasing relentlessly behind her, but that only made her more irritated.
When Tang Qi could no longer keep up, he plucked his strings. "Would you please stop and tell me what's troubling you?"
Though irritation had clouded Shivana's judgment, mental resistance had always been the weakest link for a simple-minded barbarian.
Under Tang Qi's [Suggestion Spell], she felt her irritation gradually recede, until she actually stopped and turned to face him. "I'm fucking pissed off."
The suggestion made her speak her mind, but she couldn't identify the cause of her irritation. She could only describe how she felt.
Tang Qi breathed a sigh of relief and raised both hands in a calming gesture. "I know, I know. There may be some misunderstandings between us. I don't think you can sort them out alone, so at least let us resolve them together. Don't let this affect what happens tomorrow and afterward."
"How? I don't fucking want to see you right now. Take one more step and I'll want to punch you in the face—so stop fucking coming closer!"
"Then punch me. Preferably not too hard, though. Don't smash my skull in one blow." Ignoring her warning, Tang Qi took another step forward.
Shivana raised her fist, but never swung it, because she knew Tang Qi wasn't joking.
She could only let him encroach on her personal space little by little, until he took both her wrists