"It's a misunderstanding, I swear! I only took the underwear, please, I was having a -- it doesn't matter. I'm not -- I'm not like that." Meng Yao whined lightly under the grip to his hair, his head starting to ache as he panted through the pain that was starting to overwhelm him. Yes, he had taken things before. Just little things. Never anything big. He took a shirt one, took one CD and a pieces of paper that littered the front door, discarded and uninteresting to him but worth something for Meng Yao.

Looking at Xue Yang with wide eyes, he smiled nervously. It was not at all a real smile. "I like you! You're a good person, right? That's how we both know that this shouldn't escalate. Please, stop. I won't ever do it again!"