Setsura found it difficult to concentrate on the files. While she took a seat on the bench, Yang followed her and sat beside her. She didn't pay any attention to him at first. Him kissing her neck and behind her ear didn't bother her so much. But when his hands lifted her shirt and her skirt - she shot him a glare. "Why won't you let me focus?"
She was getting sick and tired of him distracting her. At least when she was together with Akito, he allowed her to work on the cases. But Yang? Yang never gives her time to investigate properly. Lately, she has to study secretly at night - because the moron insists on doing it every day.
"Baby, do you have to do that here? I snuck out to see you for a bit, can't you pay some attention to me?" Yang's complaints sounded so childish to her.
Yet, it worked. She put the documents down and turned to him. He sat her on his lap, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Yang chuckled, "Were you playing tough again?"
