"Yeah, you're kinda gross." Xue Yang unlocked the cuffs around Meng Yao's wrists, freeing him entirely. Then he stood back up, gesturing. "Get up. I'll help you."

With one arm, anyway. He wasn't about to carry him, the guy was still a gross pervert after all. Especially right now. "Hurry up. You're lucky anyway, I only broke the one ankle. Could be way worse."

Would probably still get way worse, Xue Yang guessed. He knew himself well.