Qiao Muyun was startled and broke into a cold sweat, completely caught off guard. An intuition struck him—did Qiao Junlie take the wrong medication? This is ridiculous...
However, Qiao Muyun didn't even have time to resist. His arm reached around the side of his head, his hand deftly slipped to the back of his neck, and in the next second, the hand on his neck suddenly squeezed hard...
"Ugh..." The sensation of pain instantly surged through his brain.
Then, Qiao Muyun could only feel another hand lightly pinching his chin. It exerted force again.
"Ah..." Qiao Muyun found it difficult to even call out, his body was heavily pressed against the pillar by Qiao Junlie, and his arms went limp under the pain.
Along with the pain, he heard a series of explosive words in his ear.
