"Peng Yuqiu!"
In just a few seconds, Liang Zhiqiong snapped out of her daze and quickly scrambled up from the ground, rushing to Peng Yuqiu's side.
As soon as Peng Yuqiu's shoulder drooped, Liang Zhiqiong supported his shoulder and asked anxiously and worriedly, "Are you okay?!"
Peng Yuqiu's lips had already turned pale, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. He squeezed out a smile at Liang Zhiqiong that carried no convincing power, and then said, "It's nothing."
Damn it, who would believe that?
Liang Zhiqiong complained silently, wiping Peng Yuqiu's back with her hand, instantly feeling the scorching hot blood, her fingers wet and covered in blood.
As she touched the wound, Peng Yuqiu inhaled sharply.
"Damn, I'll go get help." Liang Zhiqiong almost jumped on the spot.
"Don't move," Peng Yuqiu raised a hand to grip her shoulder, soothingly said, "Someone will come over."
"Okay."
Liang Zhiqiong could only try to suppress her inner anxiety, standing rigidly in place.
