One, two, three.
She'd done eleven sets, when suddenly Helan's fingers twitched. There was a tinge of warmth in his chilled lips. She continued to work even harder, blowing in, pressing, then raising her head to check his movements.
His chest gradually began to rise and fall, but he still lay motionless.
"Helan Jing, if you haven't died, say something!"
A moment passed, then his eyebrows knitted together and with closed eyes he said in a weak tone, "I can't walk, I am hurt."
Pipi relaxed for a breath, then immediately raised her guard again, and raised her voice towards Helan, "Helan Jing, you're a wolf in sheep's clothing! Be honest, what did you want to do just now?"
"Nothing," he responded.
"Why did you push me into the well?"
"Didn't you say that you wanted to see what my room looked like? This is my room."
"Well then, why on earth did you want to push me down? What was your intention?"
"To get here, jumping is the only way. You wouldn't want to jump down, so it was better for me to help you. Hey, hey, don't kick me! You've already made me sterile!"
"Villains like you shouldn't have children! I won't let you hurt your grandson!"
"Well, if you kill me, we'll both die here. Without my help, you can't get out."
That was effective. Pipi stopped kicking him immediately.
"Mind untying the scarf? It's really chafing my wrists."
"Pah, dream on!" Pipi said.
Ignoring her, Helan began to untie the scarf little by little by nipping at it with his mouth. Once it had loosened, he threw it to the ground.
"Don't irritate me. I've practiced martial arts and you are not my match!" Pipi wanted to show a bit of attitude and display a move, but she found that the bottom of the well was small, the recliner was big, and there was barely room for a person to stand.
Helan snorted softly and said, "Is that an impression of a three-legged cat, or a fighting stance?"
He then sat up, took his glasses from the floor, and began to take off his clothes.
Pipi let out a squeak and asked, "W-what are you doing?"
"Undressing for my moonlight bath."
"Aren't you cold on a day like this!?" She quickly put a hand over her eyes, but peeped through a gap in her fingers to watch him.
"Not at all."
"You... you could wear a little more, you know!" She said, almost pleading.
"Why?"
"I... I'm a woman. Men and women are different..."