Bai Qingqing saw Muir as well. She was waiting for him to come to carry her, but unexpectedly, he suddenly fell.
In her anxiousness, Bai Qingqing's feebleness faded and she quickly ran towards him.
"Are you alright?"
Bai Qingqing's caring voice jolted Muir out of his shock. He dazedly raised his head, his vision moving past her smooth and long calves, to her knees that didn't have an ounce of flab, to the seams of her skirt, then to the egg…
Muir fell into astonishment once more, completely oblivious to how comical he looked right now.
Falling face-down on the ground, his sharp nose had stabbed right into the soil. After plucking it out, his two nostrils were blocked with soil. Though, he was unbothered by that as though he had forgotten how to breathe.
"Pff!" Bai Qingqing couldn't resist laughing out loud. She carefully squatted down and pinched his nose downwards. "Look at you. Your nostrils are stuffed with soil."
