Kris' POV

"Don't scream, Eira." I whispered into her ear, my hand on , preventing her from making any sounds that might give anywhere our location. Eira's eyes widen with recognition as she remembered my voice and she stopped fighting against my hold. "No screaming, okay?" I offered her and she narrowed her eyes suspiciously at me but she slowly nodded her head. Making sure that she wasn't lying, I slowly released and she gasped out in obvious surprise, "Kris?"

"Is there another?" I smirked at her and instantly, she glared at me, clearly not amused at my words. She pushed my hands off her and took a step back, demanding in a bossy tone, "Why did you drag me here?" I frowned at her demanding and rude tone, usually I was the one calling the shots and I obviously didn't like her tone. "Well?" Eira impatiently asked, tapping her toe.

"If you're going to be so rude, Eira, I'm not telling you." I informed her in an equally bossy tone. Eira's cheeks turned red and I'm pretty sure that it wasn't because of embarrassment. More like... fury. She glared at me at but her curiosity was too much for her to bear so she reluctantly ground out through gritted teeth, "Tell me the reason, Kris."

"Hmm... I think there's something missing." I tapped my finger on my chin, pretending to think. "Erm... I think it starts with a 'p'? Hmm... what is that word, Eira? I simply just can't remember it..." I sneaked a glance at her and bite back a smirk. Eira stood there, fists clenched and her eyes burning with fury as she glared at me. Obviously, that girl have never say a 'please' before in all of her life. Tsk, tsk, too many brothers who had spoilt her rotten.

"Li Wufan Kris, tell me the reason... please." Eira gritted out, her face growing redder with every word. I finally smiled, snapping my fingers. "Ah, yes! That word, please. Was it really that hard to say, Miss Aw?" I received another glare for that but I didn't care. I had triumph over her and that was all that matters.

"Shut up and just tell me why the freaking hell am I here!" Eira all but shriek at me, her voice high with fury. "How can I tell you if you ask me to shut up?" I innocently queried her and smirked as she shot me with another glare. Seriously, is glaring her favorite hobby or something? Why does she glare every two seconds?

"Okay, okay, I'll tell you. But first, I think drag is a pretty too strong a word. I am a gentleman," Eira rolled her eyes at the word, gentleman, but I ignored her, continuing, "and gentlemen do not drag ladies." I stared pointly at her and added, "And as much as I hate to admit it, you are a lady."

"Believe me, I'm not amused. Well, you basically grabbed my arm ---" Eira started to state but I interrupted with a cocky grin, "Hold."

"--- pulled me ---"

"Led you."

"--- into this who knows where!"

"The male toilet, actually."

"What?" Eira shrieked in shock and glanced around, her eyes widening with horror when she caught sight of the urinals behind me. "You brought me to the males?" Her voice was dangerously low and her eyes narrowed in fury as she glared at me and I unwittingly took a step back.

"Yes?" I wasn't sure what would actually be the correct answer but an answer is better than nothing. "Are you mad? The males? I'm a female!" Eira shrieked and my eyes dropped to her chest. Yep. Definitely obvious you're a female.

PUNCH!

"Hey!" I yelled in pain, clutching my shoulder. I glared at Eira. Who knew that she could throw a good punch? Oh, wait, five brothers. Answer's obvious enough? I rolled my eyes.

"Do that again and I'll dig out your eyes." Eira snarled, glaring at me and I caught sight of her long, sharp fingernails. "Understandable and I promise not to, ever again. Just lower your hand." I suggested and Eira (reluctantly) did as I said. "Now, let's have a normal conversation." I grinned at her.

"Normal? I'm a female in a male toilet. A male toilet! How normal is that? And what if someone walks in?" Eira fired a barrage of questions at me and automatically, my hand shot out and locked the main door. "Total privacy now, Eira." I smirked and she glared pointedly at me, saying, "We'll see how cocky you still can be when someone dies of a bladder explosion."

"Don't hold your breath." I smirked back, enjoying this little comeback match. Eira glared at me again before leaning against the door, giving up, "So what do you want to talk about?"

"The marriage agreement of course. My parents won't budge an inch and I'm pretty sure yours won't as well." I started to explain to her and Eira nodded thoughtfully, injecting, "You would think that being their only and youngest daughter, they'll cut me some slack but no, I'm getting forced to marry you!" She jabbed a slender finger at me accusingly and I muttered under my breath, "Don't worry, the feeling's mutual." My tone was full of sarcasm but either Eira chose to ignore it or she simply didn't understand it. Either way, Eira continued on, "I meant, a arranged marriage? In this time and age? And I'm only twenty years old! I can't get married so freaking young!"

"I get the point, Eira, but we can't do anything, can we?" I pointed out to her before continuing, "So, I decided to have a little agreement between us." Eira scoffed with disbelief, "An agreement was what made us into this situation and you want another agreement?"

"Yes but at least, for this agreement, we get to choose our own terms and conditions. We get to decide, not our grandfathers." I told her and I finally saw the seeds of agreement appearing in her eyes. I knew that this was too good to resist. I continued explaining, "So, the deal is that we're not allowed to interfere with each other's personal life nor do anything that embarrasses the families. Which means that you have to be the perfect, obedient wife and I'll be your perfect husband. Deal?"

Eira was silent for a while, musing over my deal before replying, "Deal, I agree with your terms. When do we sign the agreement?" Wow, she's fast. "The thing is, the agreement isn't written out yet. There's still the terms to be written, the consequences..." I listed out a few random things that need to be settled but Eira raised her hand, halting me. "Whatever, by tomorrow, okay?"

"Fine, Miss Bossy Pants." I retorted back before glancing down. Oh... she's wearing a dress. "Uh huh. Very smart of you, Kris." Eira sarcastically told me, a thin eyebrow raised in amusement. "Pfff... So what if I'm wrong?" I quickly averted the subject when a thought stuck me. "Hey, why are you so reluctant to get marry?"

Eira gave me a look, the kind of look you give to a dumb person who I'm obviously not. "I'm too young. Like, duh."

"Erm... I'm twenty-two and didn't your brother get married when he was your age?" I did the maths in my head quickly and queried, truly confused at Eira's unwillingness to get married. "At least, he was pur --- Never mind, you won't understand." Eira dismissed the question easily though her eyes were cloudy with memories.

"Eira? Are you okay?" I gently nudged her shoulder and she jerked suddenly under my touch. Roughly, she pushed my hand away from her and I saw that her eyes were a blackness of fury and a bit of... fear? "Don't touch me. Ever again." She softly snarled, turning around and unlocking the door. She pulled it opened and dashed out, leaving me standing dumbfounded.

I'm sorry if this chapter . I wrote it on the bus and I was pretty tired then so yeah... Don't-blame-me-if-it-. Anyway, thanks for wasting your time to actually read this chapter. You have no idea how happy I am to have some readers. ^^ Which reminds me, why not make me more happier by commenting? ^^ Hehehe lol.