I don't know why, when Jing Jiaren met Gong Zihua, she wanted to quarrel with him.
This upset and angry guy, did he think she wasn't in a hurry? Did he think she climbed up for fun?
If it falls... the two of them will roll into the pot together.
Gong Zihua heard the frame make a fragile sound as it bore the weight of two people.
This iron frame is covered with rust and looks very old...
"Jing Jiaren, there is only room for one person in the pot! You are redundant!"
Jing Jiaren said angrily: "I'll climb up and pull you up."
"What a joke, you can't even pull a turntable, why are you here to pull me?"
Will she become a strong man once she's on the shelf?
Jing Jiaren was speechless and did not answer, concentrating on continuing to climb.
Gong Zihua's legs curled up so much, and the thick rising smoke made him very hot, especially at such a close distance.
He struggled unbearably, moving his body in the air to reduce the heat below.
The iron frame swayed slightly, and Jing Jiaren had climbed onto it, looking at the protruding frame. It was not very wide, but it could accommodate one person.
Jing Jiaren took off her bulky and obstructive robe and threw it to the ground. She opened the scabbard and prepared the dagger.
"Mong Zihua, after a while I crawl over and reach out for you. You hold my hand... the rest is up to you."
"..."
"You are a man. You are stronger than me. Your hands have support points and can swing 180 degrees. Then I cut the rope and you jump."
Gong Zihua: "..." Does he have any other choice?
Gong Zihua: "Jing Jiaren, actually you don't have to care about my life or death."
Watch her slowly crawling on the shelf, risking the possibility of falling at any time.
"Long-worded."
"I just don't want to see you take the pot before me." Gong Zihua said with a stinky face and a deliberately disdainful tone.
Jing Jiaren smiled: "I've never seen anything like this before. This little thing won't bother me... Don't disturb me, distract me."
Gong Zihua stopped moving, preferring to have his feet burned until he grinned.
Jing Jiaren went all the way smoothly to the end, the iron frame was like an old man living on his last breath...
Even Gong Zihua was frightened after hearing this, fearing that the iron frame would break at any time.
Jing Jiaren, a bold woman with a pale face, lay down on the shelf like a koala, stretched out her hand and handed it to him.
Gong Zihua raised his face and stared at her strangely: "Are you sure?"
"Nonsense, hurry up!" After getting to this point, would he let her give up halfway?
In order to save him, they paid a high price this time!
Fortunately, the person who tied him was reluctant to let him suffer, so he used the twisting method to trap his whole body.
One of his hands had been pulled out during the struggle, and the other hand was tied inside.
His right hand stretched out and held her hand tightly. It was wet from the mist and a little slippery...
"Gong Zihua, you have to hold on tight." Jing Jiaren took out the dagger with her other hand and pointed it at the hemp rope that supported him.
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