Shen Qi lazily walked to the door and was knocked down by the wooden steps. He stumbled for a short distance and then fell on the grass. Shen Qi: "..."
"Are you okay?" A warm voice flowed into the cochlea. What Shen Qi saw in front of him was a hand with distinct joints. He reached for that hand and used the force to get up.
"Thank you... Ah" He raised his head, and the other person's eyes were as stunned as his own.
Intention: practice