Ye Lian quickly moved in front of him with a step and caught him: "Ling, are you okay?"
"How is it?"
Xia Na also leaped over and anxiously checked Ling Mo's condition.
However, just as the two of them lowered their heads, Ling Mo, who seemed to have passed out, suddenly opened his eyes, raised his head sharply, and quickly kissed each one of them on the face.
"Ah!"
Xia Na was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Such a cunning human... and, you need to shave!"
Ye Lian just stared blankly at Ling Mo for a moment, then suddenly raised her hands to cover her face, "Why did you suddenly..."
"Bam!"
As soon as she let go, Ling Mo immediately lost his balance and fell limbs up.
"Ouch, my back..."
"No... are you okay? You look... terrible..."
Ye Lian hurriedly helped Ling Mo up again, with an expression of uneasy anxiety.
Ling Mo's face was very pale, and a layer of fine cold sweat was also visible on his forehead.
