[ She lets her hand be guided, smoothing her palm over Dan Feng's chest even as she presses more eagerly into the kiss-- the objectives are one thing, with Yingxing, but amplified with Dan Feng in the mix is another. Her skin quickly grows hotter, the kiss breathless--

And then Dan Feng shreds her shirt and she hisses as it rips, jerking back to stare at him with her brow furrowed. ]

... Do you not want me, then. If you're acting this way.