Wen Jiaren's face was pressed against the ground as her back bore the force of over a hundred jin, feeling as if her body was about to be flattened. "Cough, cough! Get up... get up quickly."
A displeased, deep voice came from behind her, "Thanks to Lady Wen, I need to get stitches again."
"You, you get up first, I'm almost crushed to death by you."
Wen Jiaren's face was red with suffocation as she hastily patted him, "Get up quickly!"
Qian moved slightly and stood up, sweeping his foot behind him, leaving a deep mark.
Wen Jiaren collapsed on the ground, too exhausted and limp to move, Qian extended his long leg and kicked her, but she ignored him and continued to lie on the sandy ground, truly lacking the strength to move.
Qian looked at the woman lying immobile on the ground like a lean pig, didn't kick her again, and strode into the castle.
After Qian left, Wen Jiaren pounded the ground out of frustration; she was less than two meters away!
