Lu Zimo didn't feel anything unusual about him. After he finished speaking, he pointed to his waist with his chin: "In the front pocket of my jeans, that is a very small and inconspicuous ballpoint pen. I am tied up like this.
If I can't reach it, help me take it out."
Murong Ling looked down at the front pocket of the blue jeans around her waist: "Me, my hands are also tied, how can I get them?"
Lu Zimo rolled her eyes at him: "Stupid, use your mouth! You saw it, the tip of the pen is exposed. You take out the ballpoint pen with your mouth, and we can find a way to cut the rope and find a chance to escape."
Murong Ling glanced at her looming waist and swallowed unconsciously: "This, this is not suitable!"
"Is there anything inappropriate? It's already happened at this time. What are you still worried about? I'm not a girl and I don't think it's anything. Why are you, a big boy, just frivolous? Hurry up."
As she spoke, she moved her upper body backwards, exposing the tip of the ballpoint pen in her waist pocket as much as possible.
Murong Ling glanced at her, gritted his teeth, and bent down to pick up the ballpoint pen with his mouth. The two of them were in a very intimate posture. His tall nose accidentally touched Lu Zimo's exposed waist. The soft touch made Murong Ling's heart beat faster.
It sped up uncontrollably.
Finally, after many efforts, the small ballpoint pen came out with his mouth.
Lu Zimo turned his back and pressed lightly on it with his finger, and a three centimeter-long sharp blade instantly appeared on the top of the ballpoint pen.
Because both men's wrists were tied behind their backs, it was difficult to cut the ropes with ropes.
"Murong Ling, let's go back to back. I'll help you cut the rope first." Lu Zimo suggested.?
"good!"
Murong Ling took action immediately, and the two of them leaned against each other. Lu Zimo relied on intuition and started to use a dagger to try to cut the rope.
After five minutes of hard work, the rope around Murong Ling's wrist was finally successfully cut, but his wrist was scratched many times.
After Murong Ling regained his freedom, he quickly helped Lu Zimo untie the rope from his body.
"Great! There is a window over there, let's go take a look!" Lu Zimo naturally took Murong Ling's hand.
The two people came to the window and found that it had already darkened outside. Through the light in the room, they discovered that there was a piece of grass under the window.
"Let's get out of here!" Lu Zimo turned around and grabbed the sheets on the bed.
Murong Ling understood immediately, tore the sheet in half, then picked it up and tied it around his waist.
"Momo, wait, I'll go down and take a look first." They tied the end of the sheet to the bed leg.
Murong Ling was agile and easily jumped onto the grass with the help of the sheets.
He carefully checked around and found no one, so he waved to Lu Zimo who was by the window on the third floor.
Lu Zimo tied the bed sheet around her waist and slowly slid it down. However, the length of the bed sheet was still more than three meters above the ground.
"It's too high, Murong Ling, I'm scared!" Lu Zimo didn't dare to let go.
Murong Ling stretched out his hand and comforted her softly: "It's okay, just jump down and I'll catch you!"
With his encouragement, Lu Zimo finally plucked up the courage to close his eyes, let go of his hand, and jumped down.
Murong Ling stretched out his hand to catch her accurately, but due to inertia, they both fell to the ground.
Murong Ling instinctively protected Lu Zimo and acted as a human cushion.
The two eyes are facing each other, the tips of their noses are touching, and their postures are ambiguous, which makes people think a lot.
Lu Zimo felt as if his face was being burned by fire, it was very hot.
She quickly wanted to get up from Murong Ling's body, but suddenly she heard footsteps not far away, which frightened her and she quickly lay down again.