Mu Shicang heard her breathing and asked curiously, "What's wrong? Are you injured?"
"No, just focus a little, there might be pitfalls ahead," she reminded.
Mu Shicang laughed: "No, feel it for a moment."
"..." Yang Shushu stopped talking and leaned over to feel the darkness. After a while, her voice rose a lot: "The wind is strong. It seems to be not far away, but it's still very dark. How many layers of blackout cloth are there?"
Mu Shicang said nothing, holding her wrist tightly as he moved forward step by step. When his hand touched a wall, he finally stopped and said in a helpless tone, "We've reached the edge. I've touched the window frame. I'm not sure how many layers of blackout cloth there are, but they're glued to the window frame layer by layer."
As he spoke, his body was struggling, obviously pulling at something. Yang Shushu used his body to take two steps forward, tentatively reached out her hand, and touched the thick stack of blackout cloth. She poked it with her hand and it felt like a wall, and it seemed that there was a layer of glue on it.
"This guy really hates you. I can feel his hatred for you from these curtains." She could still joke at this time. Mu Shicang had a deeper understanding of his wife.
"Shushu, when faced with such a situation where you're so happy and then so sad, you could express your emotions more deeply instead of making fun of me. This makes me, as your husband, feel very unfulfilled."
"I can't waste my emotions just to satisfy your sense of accomplishment. Besides, it's pitch black. We've come this far, how can we be trapped by a few layers of rags? Even if I have to bite it with my teeth, I have to bite it open. Besides, there are so many pieces of wood here. I can just grind it slowly, starting from the edge. It's so humid here that even if I use strong glue, the adhesion will be reduced."
For a moment, Mu Shicang had an idea that his wife should be like this. The dodder-like appearance she had been pretending to be was simply not acceptable. Had this girl seen through this a long time ago, and that was why she was acting in front of him?
Although he knew that this possibility was not high, he still thought very complacently: His wife is really a smart little fox, she has calculated everything.
Yang Shushu was not just talking. She used Mu Shicang's body to slowly stand to the edge. When she touched the window frame, she held it with one hand and bent down with the other hand to pick up the stick, but was stopped by Mu Shicang halfway.
"I'm here, you just need to stay behind me." Mu Shicang kept saying sweet words to her.
Yang Shushu's heartbeat quickened just now, but after figuring out the suspension bridge effect, she calmed down again: "Master Xiao Mu, please start your performance."
In the darkness, Mu Shicang shook his head helplessly, feeling that he was facing a little piece of wood that didn't understand romance.
Yang Shushu felt Mu Shicang move, as if he took something out of his body, then he reached out and gently pushed her to the side: "The moment to witness a miracle has come. Remember to give your omnipotent husband a hug later."
"Hehe... let's see what kind of miracle it is." Yang Shushu stepped aside, and then heard some kind of metal friction sound coming from the side.
She was unsure at first, but after listening for a while, she couldn't help but ask, "What are you holding?"
"Guess." Mu Shicang's voice trembled slightly, as if it was caused by his body shaking all the time.
Yang Shushu didn't say anything, just smacked her lips and waited quietly by the side. Mu Shicang stopped talking at this time and went to open the curtains. About five minutes later, Yang Shushu suddenly heard a "click" sound, and then a thin ray of light came in. The light was not strong, just right for people like them who had stayed in the dark for a long time, and it would not be dazzling.
Along with the light came a cool breeze, which blew away a lot of the rotten smell that had been lingering in my nose.
Yang Shushu took two steps forward, but Mu Shicang stopped her: "Wait a moment, I'll open the gap a little wider."
As he spoke, Yang Shushu saw him move. The light was not particularly strong yet, so she could only vaguely see a shadow. He followed the corner of the window frame, where the light was exposed, and made a strong upward stroke. More light shone in. She quickly closed her eyes and reminded him, "Close your eyes first."
But at this moment, I heard his laughter: "Are you worried about me?"
Yang Shushu frowned. She didn't know what this guy had eaten wrong today. He kept talking nonsense, but she didn't deny it this time: "Yes, I'm afraid you will become blind and I will have to save you."
"It's night time now, and there's a crescent moon tonight." Mu Shicang smiled, and suddenly stretched out his arms three times, and several layers of blackout cloth were completely lifted up by him, and then thrown behind him.
When Yang Shushu opened her eyes, she saw this scene and was dumbfounded. The facts once again told her that this was not a rich young man at all, but an adult version of Astro Boy.
Because it was night, the two of them adapted to the sudden light very quickly. When Mu Shicang turned around, he saw her stunned expression and couldn't help but find it quite amusing. He reached out and pulled her in front of him: "Do you think your husband is very handsome now?"
Yang Shushu revealed an indescribable expression and pouted: "Since you are such a handsome husband, why don't you think of a way for us to get out?"
She pointed to a vent that was roughly large enough for an adult to pass through, then poked her head in. Although at a glance, it was more than two stories high. How were they going to jump down without a rope or a ladder?
Are you ready to break your arms and legs?
Mu Shicang was disappointed again. His wife was so difficult to flirt with. Every time he wanted to show off, she would spoil the mood. But now was not the time to flirt with her. She was his anyway, and there were plenty of opportunities to flirt with her.
"If we can get down safely, is there any reward?"
Yang Shushu rolled her eyes and turned to look at him. His hair, which was fixed with hairspray, had already fallen down and was blocking his forehead. His whole face looked small and delicate, and he looked several years younger. In the dim light, one could see that his eyes seemed to be glowing. Yang Shushu was a little surprised. What was he so happy about?
"Let's talk about it after we can get down." She turned her face away because she found that the suspension bridge effect had come again.
Her reaction was inevitably disappointing, but Mu Shicang also knew that he should stop in such a situation, so he smiled and said, "Do you believe me?"
Yang Shushu didn't understand what he meant, but she still replied: "I can't find any reason to doubt you at this time."
"That's good."
After Mu Shicang finished speaking, he suddenly stepped back, then put one hand on the window frame and jumped up.
This unexpected operation almost froze Yang Shushu. It wasn't until about ten seconds later that she came to her senses and threw herself against the window frame: "Mu Shicang?"
Her screams were particularly clear in the night, and seemed to be heard from far away. The fear from the previous scene also seemed to reach Mu Shicang's ears due to the transmission of the sound.
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