you were trying to swipe some money from Dan Heng's room, because you didn't have enough to buy the stuff you needed. And plus if he found out, you could just pay him back, right? No big deal– or so you thought. As you were rummaging through his drawer you felt something– more like someone, grab your hips and pull you back into their chest. "What do you think you're doing, in my room, in my belongings?"

It was Dan Heng. He was livid.. yet sounded.. lustful.