"Hey, wake up!"
"Chen Ji, wake up!"
Chen Ji's shoulder was slapped heavily, and in his sleep, he instinctively grabbed the hand and twisted it behind the person's back.
The person who was caught cried out in pain, "It hurts! Let go!"
Chen Ji suddenly woke up.
This wasn't the inner prison, nor the sea of fire by the Peony Bridge, nor the perilous city gate tunnel.
In his nostrils was the heavy scent of books and pine ink from the Zhixing Academy.
There were only rows of bookshelves here, no swords or killing intent.
Chen Ji quickly let go.
When he focused his eyes, he realized that the person he had just caught was none other than Zhang Xia, dressed in fiery red.
Oh no.
How could he have caught her?
Zhang Xia rubbed her wrist, frowning, "What kind of habit is this? Sleeping while standing is one thing, but waking up and hitting people?"
Chen Ji explained, "Sorry, sorry, I was in a deep sleep. I was having a nightmare about being chased, and when I was woken up, I instinctively fought back."
Zhang Xia looked at Chen Ji suspiciously.
She recalled the scene just now, feeling that his speed was incredibly fast.
She hadn't even reacted before her right hand was caught, unable to move.
Chen Ji politely asked, "Miss Zhang, how about you come with me to the Taiping Clinic later? I'll ask my master to prescribe some medicine for your bruises."