"Ugh..."
Perhaps due to the long rest she had received, Miss Fang Geyu, whose complexion had improved, finally rubbed her eyelids and woke up.
Muttering someone's name in a low voice, she opened her eyes to first catch Baili An's figure; her eyes, chaotic and tense, calmed to a collected hue, and she steadied her emotions extremely well.
Too lazy to greet, she naturally looked away, and then she saw another's messy, dark cheek out of the corner of her eye.
Her lips twitched, full of undisguised disgust: "Where did this mud monkey come from, leaning against people at random?"
After speaking, without regard to the severity of the other's injuries, she pushed hard on the shoulder she rested upon, and Su Jing's body tilted and fell to the other side.
Young Master of Taixuan Sect was disdained by both due to his inadequate care, and Baili An thought to himself, mea culpa, mea culpa.
So he moved Su Jing's body towards himself, cleaning her face with a moist cloth.
