Lu Yurong dove into the woods and after a moment, she took out a long stick, about the height of a person and as thick as a newborn's arm and passed it to Chu Li. "Let's go."
"Go like this?" Chu Li burst out into a fit of laughter and did not extend his arm.
Lu Yurong swept her gaze at him, and rebutted coldly, "Then how do you want to go?"
Chu Li replied, "Just by the sleeve. There's no need to guard against me that way. I'm not a pervert!"
"No way!" Lu Yurong snorted.
Chu Li gave in helplessly. "I'll just move on my own. The wound is not that severe."
"All right, it's up to you. Then I'll head off first," Lu Yurong said dully.
She tossed the long stick aside and glided away.
Suddenly, Chu Li coughed a few times. It appeared that his injury was acting up.
Lu Yurong stopped in her tracks and turned to give him a cold glare. "You with the surname Chu, are you moving or not?"