"Are you okay?"
Jovie Lee's head hit Wyatt Barnes's chest—although she was unharmed, she looked up at him, her eyes full of concern. She had clearly seen Wyatt risk his life to save her and was deeply moved.
"Sister, could you please get off? You are quite heavy. You should consider losing some weight…"
Wyatt grimaced in pain. The agonising sensation from his back made him break out in cold sweat.
Fortunately, his Body Tempering was at the ninth-order, and his flesh and bones had undergone transformation far beyond that of a typical ninth-order. Therefore, his bones were not injured.
Jovie's face turned red.
She wondered, am I really that heavy?
Under sketchy, subtle glances, Jovie got down from Wyatt's body.
"You…You're seriously injured."
Jovie helped Wyatt up and saw the gaping wound on his back. Her face drained of colour.
"Don't worry, I won't die."
Wyatt heaved a sigh of relief, managing to get to his feet, albeit shakily.
"Thank you!"
