After Ding Jing's fist made intimate contact with Mo Shangjun's head, she finally stopped the attack.
Meanwhile, the noise that was loud enough to shake the bed board finally woke up the two people next door.
Qin Xue, who had been lying facing the wall, turned over and looked over here.
She opened her eyes and immediately saw the two tangled up with each other, including their bedding somehow entwined — she knew they had shared a bed last night, but she had never seen anyone sleep in such a state.
On the adjacent bed, Tang Shi also stirred. She sat up directly from the bed, too sleepy to open her eyes properly. She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, squinted at the opposite bed, and drowsily asked, "What's going on?"
"Nothing."
Responding to her was Mo Shangjun's icy voice.
The simple three words sent a chill down Tang Shi's spine, waking her up considerably.
