Xian Wu somehow managed to pull Lai Yiteng from the lake with one bad arm.
It required letting Lai Yiteng's slender body rest into his chest in a way that was rather inappropriate. He glanced down at his taunt lips that were taking on a shade of blue and hurried to lay him flat on the shore on top of a layer of filthy clothing, but it was still better than cold rocks and dirt.
Two fingers went over to check his pulse, Lai Yiteng's internal force was in entire disarray again. Xian Wu wasn't too surprised after he over-exerted himself and missed a dosage of medicine. Still, it was odd, as though the poison conflicted with the energy he used to draw his martial arts.
Xian Wu rubbed his temple, water droplets falling off his straight features.
