Yin Mo looked unreservedly at his trembling legs, pursed her lips, and tentatively asked, "Do you need help going back?"
He Chen glanced at her, initially wanting to refuse, but his body reacted faster than his brain, raising an arm directly, "Come here!"
Yin Mo obediently turned back. Before her hand could touch He Chen's arm, she felt a blur before her eyes, and her shoulder was instantly weighed down.
He Chen rested on her shoulder, with most of his weight leaning on Yin Mo, a teasing, cold smile hanging on his lips, "Why aren't you moving?"
Yin Mo took a deep breath, grabbed his wrist from over her shoulder, and turned her head; the tips of their noses barely brushed against each other.
He Chen's eyes darkened slightly, his gaze uncontrollably falling on her lips.
A small rhombus-shaped mouth, the lip line clear, addicting just to look at.
Yin Mo quickly turned her face away, struggling to step forward, "The injury is so serious, should we go to the hospital?"
