Then, Li Yelai, having regained consciousness, let out a pained groan.
His vision was pitch black, and his mouth and nose were filled with the smell of blood.
His body ached severely everywhere, especially his right hand, which seemed to have several broken bones.
Calamity, it truly was calamity. Success or failure, both were calamities...
The collapse was bound to be related to his own bad luck; he hoped that none of his teammates had been affected by it.
Li Yelai was in immense pain and wanted to move his body but found himself being tightly embraced by someone.
The other person's arms were tightly wrapped around his neck, but since it was pitch dark, Li Yelai couldn't see who it was.
All Li Yelai could do was to painfully stretch out his still-sensate left hand and carefully touch the person beside him.
Soon, his palm touched an astonishingly soft and warm body, along with the texture of a bodysuit.
Bodysuit? Li Yelai's heart skipped a beat, "Doll?"
