She understood how much pain he was in as the poison took effect.
Last time on the island, he was in so much pain that he jabbed his palm with a cactus...
A wave of sourness rose in her nostrils. Tong Ran used her sleeve to wipe the beads of sweat on his forehead, took hold of his ice-cold right hand, and transferred her body heat to him, "Does it hurt a lot?"
Mo Nanjue squinted his eyes, hearing the sweet voice by his ear, he thought he was in the clouds. His thin lips parted slightly, but he didn't utter a word.
At this moment, he was nearly in a semi-comatose state.
"Let's go, I'll support you," Tong Ran wrapped one arm around the man's back, allowing him to lean half his body on her shoulder, "Can you stand up?"
The man barely nodded, whether he heard her or not was unclear.
