"Where did you get hurt?"
Overwhelmed by a certain pressure, Mo Shangjun had no choice but to change the subject.
If the conversation continued, she might just kneel before Ya Tianxing.
Who knew, getting injured had somehow loosened his tongue.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she asked, Ya Tianxing frowned and expressed his dissatisfaction, "Tsk, only now do you care about my injuries."
"..."
Mo Shangjun lowered her head, feeling guilty.
After a pause, Ya Tianxing spoke again, "A little girl running away with me is more important than my injury?"
"..."
Mo Shangjun clenched her lowered hand into a fist, urging herself to stay calm, not to act impulsively.
However, Ya Tianxing continued in a mournful, accusatory tone, "You were more worried that I'd lost my memory."
"..."
Dammit, enough is enough!
