Yang Ruyu truly wanted to die at that moment. A warmth spread from her lower back down to her thighs. She knew it was urine, and it had all soaked her own clothes.
Yang Anshi had been holding it in for a while, and when she finally relieved herself, she even hummed in comfort a couple of times. However, remembering the effort it took, she stretched out her hand towards Yang Baihe, "Help…"