Ye Muyu couldn't help but reach out and twist his arm, but years of martial arts training had left his body full of muscles, and she couldn't exert any force, not budging him at all.
Frustrated, she couldn't help grinding her teeth, "Hmm, get up."
Her voice came out unexpectedly hoarse, and she immediately shut her mouth, unwilling to make a sound. She only remembered that too much cold air had rushed into her throat, causing her voice to become hoarse after so many calls.
"Cough, cough..." She lightly coughed, feeling a bit of discomfort in her throat, like the precursor of a cold, which made her even less inclined to pay attention to the culprit behind her.
Chu Heng reached out to turn her face towards him, his fingers gently touching her lips, suppressing the urge to intervene further, and said, "Open up, let me see your throat."
"Shut up, who's going to show you." Ye Muyu spoke again, feeling more uncomfortable, her once pleasant voice half destroyed.
