Do you want to see Uncle?
Baili Xia jerked her head up to look at Mu Xiaoyao, then glanced at the balcony that was at least two meters away from them.
She really wanted to nod, but in the end, she shook her head.
"I can't make it," she whispered.
The distance was too far, the height too high, she dared not even hope.
Not to mention, Mu Xiaoyao was holding her with one hand and the pipe with the other, he had no extra hand to reach for the balcony railing.
Even if he could reach out, he wouldn't be able to hook onto it.
A distance of two meters – was he joking?
"Are all women like this?" Mu Xiaoyao suddenly asked coldly.
Baili Xia felt somewhat puzzled by his question, she glanced up at him, not understanding the meaning behind his words.
Mu Xiaoyao just hummed, "Your action contradicts your words."
Suddenly, he tightened his grip on her thighs. His voice was soft, but serious.
"Don't scream, don't panic, just hold on tightly to me."
