"I know I'm fine." Hua Hua was trying to be brave. He was actually a little worried about Ling Yin. He knew very well that if his mouth was broken, he couldn't suck out the poison, which would lead to poisoning. Hua Hua clearly remembered that when he forcibly kissed him yesterday, he bit him hard.
Hua Hua's arms hung limply in the air; his face was definitely an ashen gray: "I don't know if the rescue team will take the same path as us."
Just as he was speaking, a call came in.
Hua Hua answered the phone, feeling a little relieved. Despite the lack of signal in this broken area, the emergency call sometimes really comes through.
...
By the time seven or eight members of the rescue team arrived, Ling Yin had almost carried him down the mountain to a spot where a car could drive. Chenxing's car, which he had commandeered, was parked nearby.
But at this moment, there was no time to worry about too much. People from afar saw them and jogged over.
