Song Xizhi hurriedly put down the whip in his hand, went to He Jingyan's side, bent down to help him remove the candles from his body, and quickly untied the restraints on his wrists.
If it weren't for Zhao Qingshu, she would never have imagined that she would one day need such a thing.
Thinking about it, Song Xizhi hurriedly reached out to cool his burning cheeks.
"How are you?"
She rubbed her face and looked down at He Jingyan with concern.
But when Song Xizhi met the man's deep eyes and followed his gaze downwards, all she saw was her own undergarment.
She suddenly reached out and covered her chest.
"He Jingyan, what are you looking at!"
Upon hearing this, the man slowly raised his eyes and met her gaze.
His eyes were filled with intense, unfathomable emotions.
The man's Adam's apple bobbed once, and then his hoarse voice rang in Song Xizhi's ears:
"Sorry, I couldn't help myself."
Song Xizhi shuddered, and his eye twitched as he looked at him.
Oh no! She just casually lashed out with the whip twice, and it actually gave this man in front of her a good time.
When the man squinted at her, Song Xizhi sensed a dangerous aura.
She shifted her position and took a few steps back, sitting on the bed to recover. Then she swallowed hard and said, "There's nothing I can do if I can't hold back. Just bear with it a little longer."
Upon hearing this, the man lifted his eyelids and looked at her intently, but ultimately shook his head with a smile.
It's unclear how much time passed before the two people sitting at the head and foot of the bed finally came to their senses.
Song Xizhi, thinking about the night clothes under the bedding, quickly crawled to the corner and pulled them out.
But a man's voice rang out softly in the darkness: "If you want to look for other clues, you can't wear these clothes."
Song Xizhi thought about it and agreed. Now that they had infiltrated the area, if they could conceal their appearance, they could openly sneak out to check the situation.
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