After getting in the car, Yang Ming lifted his wife's leg high, lowered his head, and began sucking fiercely at the part bitten by the poisonous snake. He wasn't sure if this would work, he had heard hunters talk about it.
"Honey, don't suck on it, the blood is poisonous." Xiaoxiao protested, pulling at her own leg with all her might. She didn't want Yang Ming to be poisoned with her.
But Yang Ming wouldn't listen. All he could think about was his wife; he couldn't live without her. He used all his strength to hold her foot steady and sucked out the poisonous blood, spitting it out after each mouthful, repeating this process several times.
Xiaoxiao was shedding tears, overflowing with emotion. Many lovers choose themselves at the last moment of life, but Yang Ming chose her.
