Mo Shangjun irritably turned over and sat up.
Liang Zhiqiong, who sat up a step slower, accidentally bumped her forehead against the back of Mo Shangjun's head.
The back of her head, which was injured at Ya Tianxing's place, was still swollen, and now it got another bump from Liang Zhiqiong. Mo Shangjun just sighed, feeling like she's been on a streak of bad luck lately, too lazy to even say a word.
"Are you okay?"
Liang Zhiqiong reached out to touch the back of Mo Shangjun's head.
Mo Shangjun grabbed her wrist, and with a swift elbow, pinned her directly against the wall.
"Don't touch me."
Severely sleep-deprived, Mo Shangjun's eyes were bloodshot, and her expression burned with barely concealed anger.
The sinister tone in her voice made people feel as if they'd stepped into enemy territory and gotten bitten.
"...Oh."
Liang Zhiqiong blinked and nodded blankly.
Mo Shangjun then released her and waved her away: "Get lost."
