Lin Wenwen spent the entire night moving things in and out of her space. About six or seven in the morning, she was so tired that she lay on the couch and fell asleep.
But in less than two hours, she was woken up by the headache.
"Ouch… Damn! Am I lucky or unlucky to have this kind of superpower?" Lin Wenwen held her head and rolled down to the floor from the couch, curling her body. About two minutes later, she struggled up and leaned against the couch while complaining sullenly.
It was not her second superpower's fault, though.
Long Qingying bought her breakfast. Opening the door, she saw Lin Wenwen sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch with messy hair and a sallow face. She seemed to have spent the whole night suffering torment.
