Quick Wear: Cousin, Come to the Bowl Quickly

The wind whistled past my ears, mixed with the roars of the pursuers getting closer and closer behind me.

The thick carpet beneath her feet seemed to have a suction effect, and every step exhausted Lin Xi's strength. Shen Jingyuan was holding her wrist tightly, and she was almost being dragged along the corridor in a desperate sprint.

The gaslights on either side flickered, like ghosts toying with their prey, stretching the two shadows wildly, then abruptly shortening them.

Although it was unclear how many Suzuki's men were hiding in the club, the gunshots had clearly alerted the remaining members. The cacophony of voices and hurried footsteps drew closer, echoing the shouts of the relentless samurai behind them, making Lin Xi's heart leap into her throat.

"Get out of here!" Shen Jingyuan suddenly stopped in front of her. Lin Xi couldn't stop in time, her legs went weak, and she crashed straight into his back.

"Be careful." As if he had expected this, Shen Jingyuan stretched out his long arm and put his arm around her waist, which helped her regain her balance.

"Close your eyes!" Before Lin Xi could catch her breath and calm her racing heart, Shen Jingyuan's urgent voice rang out again.

Lin Xi felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, and the next second, her head and face were completely covered by a piece of clothing that still carried body heat and the smell of blood.

She instinctively closed her eyes, and almost at the same time, a loud "crash!" of glass rang out above her head.

Immediately afterwards, countless cold, sharp objects, large and small, crashed down with a series of crackling sounds. Even through her coat, Lin Xi could feel the force of their fall.

"Go!" Shen Jingyuan quickly threw his suit jacket, which was covered with a few shards of glass, aside, wrapped his hands in his sleeve, and deftly cleaned away the jagged, broken wooden edges and sharp glass fragments from the window frame. Then he quickly turned around and squatted down.

"Step on me, get up!" He placed his hands on his knees to form a solid support and urged Lin Xi in a deep voice.

Looking at the scene before him, Lin Xi wondered why he didn't take Suzuki hostage to negotiate, but instead chose to kill him on the spot, which undoubtedly enraged the other party.

But with life hanging in the balance, it was clearly not the time to ask why. So she hesitated only slightly before decisively lifting her skirt and stepping on his clasped hands.

Shen Jingyuan used his waist and legs to lift her up, and Lin Xi took advantage of the momentum to grab the windowsill and struggle to lean her upper body out of the window. The cool night breeze immediately ruffled her sweaty hair.

However, just as she tried to lift one leg to step over the not-so-high windowsill, she was embarrassed and horrified to find that she couldn't lift her leg!

She looked down and realized that it was her cheongsam that was causing the problem. The tight fabric of the cheongsam restricted her movements, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't lift her legs high enough to get over the windowsill.

Lin Xi's heart tightened suddenly, and in her panic, she quickly used one hand to tug at the hem of her skirt, trying to pull it up.

The fabric, soaked with blood and sweat, became unusually slippery and sticky. She tried to lift it up several times in vain, but the heavy skirt slipped through her fingers time and time again.

The footsteps and shouts of the samurai behind them grew closer, and clear footsteps and shouts came from the other end of the corridor. It seemed they were about to become sitting ducks.

Lin Xi broke out in a cold sweat from anxiety, and then a surge of anger rushed to her head.

Shen Jingyuan was supporting Lin Xi's feet as he climbed up, while keeping a watchful eye on the corridors on both sides. Seeing that Lin Xi hadn't climbed up for a long time, he couldn't help but look away and look up.

Just then, Lin Xi, who was so angry that she was dizzy from the obstruction of the skirt, suddenly had a flash of fire in her eyes. She gritted her teeth, freed one hand, grabbed the slit hem on the side of the cheongsam, and tore it apart with all her might.

"Thorn--!"

The sound of tearing fabric was particularly clear and jarring in the dark night. The skirt, which originally had a slit that only reached the calves, was torn all the way up to the thighs, completely freeing it from its constraints.

Her movement was sudden, and Shen Jingyuan, who was looking up, subconsciously followed the sound of tearing silk. Caught off guard, he suddenly saw a large expanse of her snow-white skin exposed on her legs.

He caught his breath and almost instinctively wanted to look away, but in a flash, his gaze suddenly stopped.

On the side of Lin Xi's thigh, a dark leather gun belt was clearly visible. The black belt was tightly bound, and its rough edges had even dug deep into the tender flesh, leaving red, swollen, and bleeding marks that were particularly noticeable in the dim light.

I see……

In an instant, Shen Jingyuan immediately understood how the pistol that had saved their lives in their desperate situation had been smuggled in without anyone knowing, and an indescribable surge of emotion welled up in his heart.

"Hurry up!!" Lin Xi stared intently out the window, not noticing Shen Jingyuan's expression.

A slight shiver ran through her exposed thighs in the cool air. She knew she had been a little too rough in her impulsiveness, but in this critical moment, she couldn't care less about being ashamed and hurriedly raised her voice to urge him on.

Upon hearing this, Shen Jingyuan instantly composed himself, forcefully lifting her with both hands and simultaneously offering his own shoulders to provide her with a higher support.

Although they had never practiced before, their survival instincts and inexplicable trust made their teamwork almost perfect.

Lin Xi gripped the windowsill with both hands, and with Shen Jingyuan's help, stepped directly onto his shoulders. Then, with a powerful push, she nimbly flipped over.

Without hesitation, Shen Jingyuan braced himself against the windowsill with both hands, took a long stride, and leaped out with agility, landing steadily beside Lin Xi.

Almost the instant his figure disappeared through the window, several gleaming samurai swords, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, slashed fiercely at the windowsill where he had just stood, sending splinters of wood flying.

"Chase them! Don't let them get away!"

An angry roar came from the window, but by then, the two had already landed in a dark and damp alley behind the club building.

A fierce-looking samurai leaned out of the broken window, his katana gleaming coldly in the dim light, poised to jump.

Shen Jingyuan's eyes sharpened, and his reaction was astonishingly fast. With a "bang," a gunshot rang out, and the bullet struck his eye socket precisely. The warrior screamed in agony and fell back down with a wail.

"Let's go!" Without pausing, Shen Jingyuan grabbed Lin Xi's cold hand and pulled her along as they ran wildly through the alleyway filled with debris and overflowing with sewage.