Li Mengyao called out a few times, but saw no reaction from Fang Yue.
Then, she clenched her jaw, hoisted Fang Yue onto her back, and sped out of the forest.
~~~~~~
An hour later, Fang Yue slowly regained consciousness. He felt himself lying in a soft embrace, a delicate fragrance wafting to his nose—it was Li Mengyao.
Remembering what happened last night, Fang Yue gave a wry smile. 'I can't believe this girl ended up saving me.'
'And I'm even sleeping in her arms!'
"COUGH COUGH..."
Fang Yue coughed violently. His throat felt incredibly dry, like a desert, and there was a fiery, stinging pain.
He looked up to see Li Mengyao gazing at him, her pretty face crimson and her eyes shy.
"You're awake?" Seeing Fang Yue open his eyes, Li Mengyao breathed a sigh of relief. She quickly helped him lie flat and gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "Are you okay?" she asked softly.
"I'm fine."
