It was just a little skin abrasion, stopping the bleeding was naturally not a big deal. Mo Shangjun casually wiped it clean, then pulled out a band-aid from her pocket, skillfully wrapping the wound.
Ya Tianxing carefully examined her fingers. Out of the ten, six were wrapped with band-aids. Her hands had scratches and red marks, some already scabbed over and exposed, clearly indicating that Mo Shangjun didn't care much.
After taking care of the wound, Mo Shangjun walked over directly.
Ya Tianxing frowned and asked, "How's it going?"
"See for yourself."
Mo Shangjun responded coldly.
Not mentioning it was okay, but once mentioned, she was full of anger.
Of course, she was mad at herself.
—Just thinking about it felt so stupid.
Damn, had she really been bored enough to bicker with Ya Tianxing just because of a few taunts?
She must be crazy.
But she was Mo Shangjun, and she always did what she said she would. If she said she would do it, she absolutely would.
