"From now on, stay away from me," Mo Shangjun said indifferently.
Her eyes were slightly closed, her expression somewhat languid, devoid of depth and sorrow, not like a definitive end, and calm as if she was merely asking him to pour her a cup of water.
She didn't even seem to be making a decision.
Casual and uncaring.
Ya Tianxing hit the brakes.
The car, which had been traveling at sixty miles per hour, came to a stop almost instantly.
Caught off guard, Mo Shangjun fell forward due to inertia, instinctively reaching out with her left hand to grab the back of the seat in front of her. Although she steadied herself, the motion aggravated the wound on her left shoulder.
A sharp pain shot through her shoulder, causing her to furrow her brows tightly.
Damn it.
Even if he was in a fit of pique, he should have had some consideration for a patient!
"Reason,"
Ya Tianxing didn't turn around, but his voice was very heavy.
