"Wait." At the critical moment, Jiao Wan'er was actually the calmer one. She first reassured her husband outside, then pointed to the rear window, signaling Song Qingshu to escape through there.
Song Qingshu could not help but laugh. He had never expected to find himself in such an embarrassing situation. But since he had no intention of committing the sordid act of killing a husband and taking his wife, fleeing was his only option.
Song Qingshu hurriedly started dressing, casually tossing the clothes and skirt he had scattered across the floor back to Jiao Wan'er, making her blush furiously as well.
"Why is it taking so long?" Luo Liru's voice came from outside again, now clearly suspicious.
"I'll be right there." As Jiao Wan'er fastened her collar, she pushed Song Qingshu toward the window and urged softly, "Go, hurry!"
Just as he was leaving, Song Qingshu suddenly pointed at her lower abdomen with an odd expression and asked in a low voice, "A lot of it got inside just now. What if Luo Liru sees it later? Won't that give us away?"
Jiao Wan'er's face turned so red it seemed ready to drip blood. Pushing him along, she said, "Don't worry about it. I have a way."
"Wan'er!" Luo Liru's voice was plainly impatient now.
Knowing he could not delay any longer, Song Qingshu immediately used his lightness skill and slipped out through the rear window. Once outside, however, he still felt uneasy. Worried that if the matter were exposed, Luo Liru might lash out in humiliation and hurt Jiao Wan'er, he crouched beneath the eaves and carefully listened to the sounds inside.
Only after seeing Song Qingshu leave did Jiao Wan'er open the door.
"Why did it take so long?" Luo Liru asked suspiciously as he entered, looking her