The sun was three poles high. Li Lanhao's mouth felt somewhat numb and his cheeks were sore; he buried his face in Wusha's shoulder once again.
Wusha's long legs were completely limp and weak. One leg lay flat across a boulder, while the other was drawn back, her big booted foot stepping heavily against the rock face.
However, two deep grooves had already been gouged into the boulder by Wusha's pushing, which showed just how long and how hard her legs had been pressing against it.
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