"Okay, move aside a little, don't hinder my performance!"
Qin Yu looked up, revealing a somewhat embarrassed expression.
Han Bing stood at the edge of the cliff, her two snow-white, straight legs exposed. From his angle, he could vaguely see some unexpectedly revealed spring scenery, which made him rather unsettled.
"You...."
Han Bing also realized something and hurriedly covered the hem of her shirt, retreating several steps in succession.
Biting her lip slightly, her delicate face turned a shade of crimson.
"Huff...."
Qin Yu let out a breath of foul air, suppressing his messy thoughts. Under normal circumstances, he might just need a little leverage to climb this ten-meter-high cliff.
But since yesterday afternoon, he hadn't touched a drop of water and so much had happened; his physical strength was seriously overdrawn. Both his strength and speed were greatly diminished.