"What are you standing there for."
The soldier scoundrel moved forward, reaching out his hand to the somewhat dazed Xiaoliu.
Regaining his senses, Xiaoliu grasped the soldier scoundrel's hand, but was hit by his shoulder and sat back on the ground.
"Get up by yourself."
"You punched me once more during the day, consider me petty, this is me paying you back."
"Thanks."
Shaking his head, Xiaoliu stood up and brushed off the dust on his body, and looked in Frey's direction, thinking of something.
Fortunately, there was no major harm; the girl's head only hit the tree, scraping the skin. Frey sat up with a somewhat dazed look, surveying her surroundings.
After confirming there were no issues, both of them breathed a sigh of relief.
"Why are you here?"
"Why don't you ask yourself?"
"What are you doing in this secluded place at such a late hour without sleeping?"
"If it weren't for me being kind enough to look for you, you'd be dragged out by tomorrow at this time."
