"Brother Yang, do you want some water? I'll grab you a bottle."
Yue'er had been anxiously watching behind him. Seeing him relax, she immediately whispered.
"Get me one, please."
Lin Yang's voice was somewhat hoarse at that moment, the substantial loss of sweat making him feel a bit weak.
Soon, Yue'er handed him a bottle of mineral water. After gulping down two mouthfuls, Lin Yang poured the rest of the bottle over his head.
Just like a soccer player rehydrating during a game, only a small part made it to his mouth, and most of it poured over his head.
The water that poured down took some of his body heat away, and it made him feel revitalized. After a few deep breaths, he finally felt somewhat recovered.
"Alright, after more than two hours of hard fishing, we've finally pulled up this big fellow."
Taking advantage of the break, Lin Yang also greeted the camera.
