Ah Jiu instinctively turned Wufu's hand over in his grip. He was angry. Even though he knew Wufu was saving someone, the method, the technique, still made him angry.
"What the hell..." Wufu frowned.
A huge wave struck, and the ship trembled violently. The two were already standing; the shake of the ship made it impossible to maintain their footing, and they immediately rolled onto the ground.
During this rolling, Ah Jiu's gaze caught sight of a loose nail wedged in the wooden slats. Without thinking, he quickly pulled Wufu, who was about to roll over it, switching positions with her and holding her to his chest. The force caused his back to heavily impale on that nail.
Ah Jiu let out a muffled groan, furrowing his brow.
Wufu's heart tightened instantly: "Ah Jiu?"
"Don't move." Ah Jiu held her close, eyes slightly closed.
Yuan Ye and Hu Die watched and quickly averted their eyes.
Yan Er sat dumbly in a corner, touching his lips subconsciously. What had just happened?
