"Alright, but should I pull you up or yank you down? It seems like both ways could hurt you," Bei Shan feigned a troubled expression.
Indeed, Hong Yan's chest was stuck right in the middle, neither up nor down, making it a problem no matter how you pulled.
"Nonsense, of course pull me up," Hong Yan was nearly infuriated to death by Bei Shan.
"Okay, then bear with it a little, I'm pulling now, okay?" Bei Shan quickly grasped Hong Yan's hand and gave a forceful tug upwards. Once he settled Hong Yan into a stable fork in the tree, he immediately touched the area where she had been stuck with a look of concern, "Does it hurt? Did it pinch here?"
"Get off, remove your hand," Hong Yan swatted Bei Shan's hand away. "If it weren't for you rushing to climb up, would I have ended up like this? You're so eager to pick the Holy Fruit, fine then, you go."
"Then... I'm going now," Bei Shan said and climbed the tree, picking the biggest and ripest one to bring down.
