Xiang Yi looked in anxiously, “I’m coming.”
He used it directly, bit the end of the rope, pulled it hard, and the rope spun off automatically.
His hands finally broke free and comfortable, the wrists were strangled with marks, and the white skin was especially obvious.
He had been **** for too long, and his wrist was a little numb. He moved a little bit before he could use his strength, sit up, and untie the rope on his feet.
Turning around, with deep black eyes, she swept to the flushed little woman beside her.
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