"Wake up," Yin Zhiyu kept patting, took a deep breath, aimed at Ding Yuxiao's mouth and squeezed it. He did this several times before seeing Ding Yuxiao slowly spit out water. Only then did Yin Zhiyu sit on the ground with peace of mind. Panting heavily.
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