The shock of the ice against his ass as he sat and the cold of the water engulfing his lower legs had him whimpering. Before Jian got his feet into the water, Victor slid over the edge.
The sound leaving him wasn’t one he’d ever produced before—it reminded him of a bellowing moose. Jian laughed hard, slid over the edge into the water, and all air whooshed out of him.
All Victor could process was the pain. He couldn’t say where it hurt the most or why, but it hurt. Air didn’t fit in his lungs anymore.
Jian made another sound, then he started to laugh—choppy and a bit strangled. “This is fun.”
“Very. Remind me to pay you back.”
“I did it for you.” Jian blew out another shuddering breath. “It’s good for circulation and prevents inflammation.” He panted. “And it’s said to help against depression.”