The slightly heavy breathing of a woman came from below.
The faint scent of earth mixed with the fresh smell of laundry detergent was in the air.
He immediately understood the situation.
It was Hanyu carrying him on her back.
Ren Zhong slightly opened his mouth, trying to tell Hanyu that he was fine and to let him down.
But his vocal cords wouldn't obey.
He couldn't even open his eyelids.
He tried to move his fingers, but to no avail. He was indeed as powerless as a half-paralyzed vegetative person.
He sighed silently, let it go.
Sun Miao once carefully explained to him the potent effects and aftereffects of Fourth Level mental stimulants.
