Dong Zixuan's legs trembled non-stop; she was experiencing muscle cramps and gritted her teeth in pain.
"Pride got the better of you, stretch your leg out!" Tang Zheng grabbed the policewoman's calf, slipped off her shoe with the other hand, and, gripping her foot, helped her stretch the muscles.
This was the first time a man had touched Dong Zixuan's feet. Although her leg still hurt, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Tang Zheng, however, did not care about her feelings and pulled hard on her calf.
Although Kong Licheng and the others were anxious, they could not retrieve the Seed from the magma and could only look on helplessly.
"Hurry up and grab the Seed, let's get out of here, the zombies are coming." The traffic police meant well, but his words sounded inconsiderate to the policewoman.
Kong Licheng helped to echo the sentiment on the side.
