Chapter 665 Magistrate Xu's Little Assistant 21
As she spoke, she frowned again, biting a strand of rope with her teeth and pulling it outwards repeatedly.
My cheeks gradually became weak.
She loosened her grip, gasped for breath, and opened her mouth again.
Huh? It's a little soft.
"Master Jiang, you've bitten my wrist!" Xu Qingyuan couldn't help but chuckle.
Song Jinhuan's face flushed, and she quickly let go. "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't mean to."
“It’s alright…” He paused, as if suddenly remembering something, and said, “Master Jiang, I have something in my possession that might come in handy.”
Song Jinhuan was taken aback. "What is it?"
"Book knife".
Song Jinhuan was overjoyed, and spat several times before saying, "My lord, why didn't you say you had this sooner!"
"My teeth are so sensitive!"
Xu Qingyuan said frankly, "It just came to mind suddenly."
"I just keep it in my bosom, I can't take it out."
Song Jinhuan sneered, "What's so difficult about that?"
She twisted to Xu Qingyuan's side on the ground, rested her head on his body, and used the leverage to sit up.
"My lord, turn around, and I'll use my teeth to tear open your clothes!"
Xu Qingyuan's eyes darkened slightly at the mere thought of that scene, but he maintained a disapproving expression, saying, "It is an insult to culture."
Song Jinhuan had no choice but to persuade him, "My lord, what use is civility in the current situation?"
"A mediocre scholar wouldn't publicize this matter everywhere!"
"As long as I can get out of here alive, that's more important than anything else!"
Xu Qingyuan remained silent for a moment, as if he had come to a decision, and then compromised, saying, "Alright."
If it weren't for the upturned corners of his lips giving him away, you would really think he was in a difficult situation just by listening to his voice.
Song Jinhuan expressed his understanding, saying that scholars are proud and pay special attention to etiquette.
As her superior, she naturally didn't want to expose her embarrassing situation to her subordinates.
Otherwise, they will have no authority whatsoever in the future.
Xu Qingyuan had never been so close to anyone before, her little head nestled in his arms.
Although you can't see her expression, you can imagine that her features are all scrunched up.
That will be very interesting.
It's a pity I can't see it with my own eyes.
Song Jinhuan exclaimed again, "Teeth are really useful! In just a few moments, she tore open the other person's shirt and even loosened their belt!"
pride!
The time before the book knife fell was undoubtedly agonizing for Xu Qingyuan.
Even my breathing became unconsciously softer.
My mind is filled with all sorts of random thoughts.
After a long day, I wonder if I smell of sweat on my body.
Her nose is always very sensitive; she can smell what kind of filling is used in a steamed bun from a great distance.
He did not use incense today, but there should be some left over from the past.
I wonder if she's gotten used to the smell, even though she's so close.
Xu Qingyuan's body became increasingly tense and stiff.
He finally caught his breath after the book knife fell to the ground.
Song Jinhuan turned around, picked up the book knife, and said, "My lord, I'll help you!"
Xu Qingyuan: "Give me the knife."
Song Jinhuan didn't insist, "Okay."
If she takes action, she'll likely hurt the other person.
The rope was quickly untied.
As soon as Song Jinhuan regained his freedom of movement, he began to do some exercises.
Loosen your muscles and bones.
The numb arm gradually regained its strength before stopping.
Although the room was dark, moonlight shone through the window.
She slowly moved over and peered through the crack in the window, but couldn't make out anything.
"Sir, come here~" she whispered, beckoning the man over.
Xu Qingyuan walked around the room and got a general idea of its size and layout.
Then he walked to the window.
Song Jinhuan suggested, "My lord, how about we use a feint attack?"
If we open the window, we definitely won't have time to escape from here.
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