Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

"This sentence should also be asked by me, why are you here... and you are still hanging here, naked and in neutral..."

Hearing this, Gong Zihua looked down at the current predicament, only a pair of underwear was left on her body, and there were many scars...

Especially the place where it had just been scalded was bloody and painful.

Jing Jiaren remembered being branded on her forehead by Ximen Longting...

But the iron may not have been burning for so long. She was not so serious when she lay down.

Gong Zihua couldn't bear to see this at all, she was bleeding thickly.

Red blood ran down his fair legs...

His skin is really white, so white and delicate, just like a girl's skin.

With an overly-looking face, he should have amazed many cloaked people, otherwise, why would he have stripped him naked and left his underwear for him to wear?

Probably a symbol of his masculinity, a place that men don't want to see.

Heh, if Gong Zihua were a woman, she would definitely be peerless, and she would not end up like this tonight.

"Gong Zihua, you are as beautiful as a woman, it's not your face that protects you... I think they will probably do more harm to you."

Jing Jiaren stared at his slightly swollen face, even though he was injured, he could still see that he was beautiful.

Did the cloaked leader stop the other cloaked men from besieging him because he was attracted to him?

This is Jing Jiaren's guess...

As for the last hot stamping, Jing Jiaren felt that it was an act of venting the cloaked man's resentment that he was not a woman.

Hearing Jing Jiaren's words, Gong Zihua's expression changed again: "Hurry up and put me down!"

Damn, he hates being called like a woman the most!

"Are you begging me? I'm helping you now, why are you treating me like this?" Jing Jiaren turned around below. In fact, she didn't delay time on purpose, she had been thinking of a way since just now.

Below is the boiling oil pot. Even if she puts out the fire, it will take a long time for the water pot to cool down.

With her strength, she couldn't push such a big pot full of anyone.

Then how would she put Gong Zihua down, let alone a table nearby, not even a chair.

"Jing Jiaren, if you drag me any longer, I'm going to turn into meat! Are you happy?" Gong Zihua gritted his teeth, staring at the rope on his head, the creaking sound seemed to be broken because of his intense struggle just now.

Jing Jiaren looked at the shelf supporting Gong Zihua, it was made of iron embedded in the wall and could not be moved.

Jing Jiaren went to the shelf and spun the roulette vigorously, intending to lift Gongzihua up, and then let him break the rope and climb down the iron shelf.

pity--

Not only did Gong Zihua not rise, but she even went down a bit.

"Ah." Gong Zihua yelled like a hot pig, "Jing Jiaren, do you want to kill me?"

"You eat feed? So heavy?"

Fortunately, Jing Jiaren reacted quickly and knocked off the buckle in time to prevent the tragedy from happening.

I saw that Gong Zihua was only a few centimeters away from falling into the boiling water...

The beauty of the fire scene has not been extinguished, because the fire is very strong, and there is no cold water nearby, so she doesn't want to waste time here.

Gong Zihua curled up her feet, with an angry expression on her face: "Are you here to murder me?"

"It's... so noisy." Jing Jiaren sighed, grabbed the iron frame, and had no choice but to climb up.

The shoulder that Gong Zihua carried was still aching.

"Hurry up and find a way to rescue me, you are still performing horizontal bars!?" Gong Zihua stared at the precarious rope.