Meng Zhiyuan leaned against the cushion the young man had given him, one leg slightly bent, watching him bustle around with an expressionless face.
"What are you doing?"
Jiang Ze felt around here and there inside the Stone Cave, listening closely for drafts and the sound of water.
At the man's question, he answered without turning around.
"I'm looking for a way out! Don't worry, Uncle Zhiyuan. You're injured, so leave getting us out to me!"
Meng Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes as he watched the young man bend over, listening intently to something. His round, pert backside looked as though it would feel wonderful to touch.
Of course, it did, in fact, feel wonderful.
"Come over here."
The young man's hands kept busy, and he hadn't heard a word.
Tsk.
"Ngh...!"
The man's muffled groan made Jiang Ze turn around at once. He saw him leaning against the stone wall, his face frighteningly pale, a sheen of sweat on his forehead, looking as though he were in terrible pain.
"Uncle Zhiyuan!"
He immediately dropped what he was doing and hurried to the man's side.
"What's wrong? Where does it hurt? Is it time to change your dressing?"
The man stretched out an arm and pulled him straight into his embrace.
"Caught you."
Jiang Ze's ears instantly turned red. He hadn't expected the man to pretend he was in pain!
How could the big shot still be so... so restless when he was injured!
"Baby, it really hurts, but it's strange. As long as you're beside me, it stops hurting."
Jiang Ze couldn't stand the man whispering sweet nothings into his ear in that deep, resonant voice.
He couldn't handle it at all!
"But..."
As though he knew what was worrying him, Meng Zhiyuan picked up his phone and waved it