"Shut up, why don't you try moving again?" Rowan adjusted his chaotic breathing, his words full of threat, sweat dripping into his eyes and stinging them fiercely.
Right now, he could still hold his breath and use his endurance to walk to the water source; if he put Owen down, it would completely disrupt his moving rhythm. By then, Owen would fall to the ground and lie like a corpse due to the hot earth, and it would be very difficult for him to gather the strength to carry Owen to find a water source like this again.
"No, put me down." Even though Owen was so hot that his mind blurred and his head throbbed as if split by an axe, he absolutely could not accept letting Rowan carry him.
"Right now, you do not have the right to refute me. If you want to resist, wait until your body recovers. Right now, you are a patient, you can only listen to me." Rowan did not have much patience left, growling out the final ultimatum.
