"Ugh, it's all her fault, too reckless!"
"Uh, sorry, I thought, uhh, are you hurt? Where are you hurt? Do you want me to call the Imperial Physician..."
She stammered.
Mo Zili slowly turned his head, his pale face filled with a killing aura: "Martial Arts, Xiang Yun!"
He spoke each word deliberately: "Get over here, help me up!"
Xiang Yun quickly understood and got off the ground, not even bothering to slip on her shoes, risking her life to help Mo Zili up, hoping to redeem herself!
By this time, Mo Zili had no strength left, his entire body weight pressing on Xiang Yun's frail shoulders, making her gasp for breath and her legs weak, nearly causing her to fall several times.
Having managed to get him back on the couch and helped him lie down, Xiang Yun once again said cautiously, "Hehe, does it still hurt now? Oh, right, I didn't mean to hit you just now, I'm sorry..."
