Wilson pulled them, shocked and breaking into a cold sweat.
Jing Jiaren slumped down on Ximen Longting's waist and sat up, looking at Ximen Longting, her face turned pale: "We are finally safe and escaped?!"
Wilson glanced at the opposite side. Gong Zihua stood up and left, but those holding torches did not retreat.
Wilson said with dark eyes: "I don't think he will be so willing. He will definitely think of other ways to come here."
"What should we do?"
"Let's get out of here first and find a safe place." Wilson took a flashlight and took a photo. "This bridge is not stable and may collapse at some point."
Jing Jiaren had no time to think more and stood up softly, feeling weak all over.
I usually think that I am brave, but at the critical moment, it is really useless...
Ximen Longting bent his long legs, pressed his hand on the door, and thought about it. His brows were furrowed, but he did not sit up several times.
"What's wrong?" Jing Jiaren reached out and held his hand, trying to pull him up.
Ximen Longting just raised his head slightly, almost causing Jing Jiaren to jump on him——
After all, Ximen Longting is very heavy, how can she lift it?
At this time, Wilson played the role of a loyal servant again, squatting down, holding his shoulders, and then helped him stand up.
Jing Jiaren looked at him worriedly: "What's wrong with you!?"
He was so brave just now...
"Is it the wound on your abdomen?"
Sitting up will especially stretch the wound on the abdomen!
Jing Jiaren took a look, and sure enough, his abdomen was full of blood and stained red. It was probably due to the various force and collision wounds when he brought her over just now...
"It's okay," Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows, "Let's go."
Jing Jiaren's nose was so sore that her uselessness was completely revealed at this moment, and all of this was caused by her taking Gong Zihua lightly.
"I'll help you." Jing Jiaren put his arm on her shoulders, trying to carry him away.
Ximen Longting's power did not press on her.
"Ximen Longting, I'll help you, you lean on me!"
"Aren't you afraid of being crushed?"
Jing Jiaren bit her lower lip tightly, hating herself now and feeling ashamed that she couldn't do anything to help her.
There seemed to be a knife twisting back and forth in her heart, making her feel so uncomfortable that she couldn't help herself.
What can she do? She can't do anything...like a useless piece of trash.
Ximen Longting's mellow voice came: "Your current uselessness just shows how useful I am."
"..."
"The more a man shows his existence at this time...you know everything, what else do you want me to do?" He pinched her nose, "It feels good to have you rely on me."
Jing Jiaren raised her head in slight surprise.
"Let me have fun more times in the future!"
Knowing that he was comforting her, Jing Jiaren couldn't help but have a helpless smile on her lips.
"I know you are comforting me."
Ximen Longting intertwined his fingers, held her hand and kissed the back of it: "You will never understand the feeling of being needed. How important this is to me!"
Jing Jiaren never needed him before, she could do everything well.
He will always be the first person she chooses to abandon... a useless man.
"Master," Wilson stopped in front, helpless, "it's better to go faster first."
Are you still talking about love at this time? Are you going to scare him to death?!