Quick Wear: We are not a strategy system

Xun Jian clenched her hand into a fist and said, "I know there is no bullet in it. I don't want to do anything to you. I just hope you don't run away."

He had a strong sneer on his face, but his tone was strangely gentle: "If your clothes are wet, you should take them off, right?"

Jiang Yuan glared at him fiercely: "You actually threatened me with clothes, how despicable and shameless!"

Xun Jian stared at her clothes with unfriendly eyes, thinking that simply tearing the clothes would achieve his goal.

Jiang Yuan was very keenly aware of his intention, held his head, and followed his lead: "You go out first, I'll give you the clothes, okay? I'm not leaving, my clothes are so wet that I can't wear them, go and help me dry them, okay? I'll be out soon."

Xunjian took her hand away and stared at her for a long time, as if carefully discerning the truthfulness of her words.

Jiang Yuan was frightened by his gaze and laughed dryly: "When have I ever lied to you?"

Xun Jian said sarcastically, "It's better that way."

Although he seemed to not trust Jiang Yuan, he still went out.

Jiang Yuan finally breathed a sigh of relief. She turned off the water.

"madman!"

"I think taking off clothes should be quick. Ten seconds should be enough."

His sudden voice made Jiang Yuan realize that the sound insulation in this place must be very poor.

At the same time, there were some subtle noises outside the door, like the sound of fingers knocking on the door, very rhythmic, and the oppressive feeling it brought made people irritated.

"Stop knocking!"

The person outside the door seemed not to hear.

On the tenth stroke, the door opened a crack, and Jiang Yuan threw the clothes over his head and in his face: "Go wash them for me! Don't stand at the door!"

Xun Jian was a little dazed, not because he was angry at the tone of her command, but because of the white arm that briefly appeared in his sight.

He stretched out his hand and looked at his own. It was also a robotic arm, but completely different.

Instead of doing her laundry, he found an old piece of his mother's clothing for him.

This is his home to be exact.

The "mother" is not just an adoptive mother, he was adopted.

From the moment he was picked up, he was destined to bear the debt of growing up.

The so-called "parents" have to record even the smallest detail, such as a grain of rice.

The sentence he heard most often was: "These things are not easy to come by. When you grow up, you must be filial to me and give them back to me."

Yes, the purpose of poor people raising children is to provide for them in their old age.

The cost doesn't have to be too high, and you can exploit him as much as you want when he grows up.

Vegetable growing economy.

Although he was tired, he still had to thank them for raising him. When he came back and found that they had passed away, he didn't know whether he would be happier or sadder.

Perhaps they fell ill in their later years, and the financial subsidies from the army after his disappearance were totally insufficient, and all the final expenses were in the hospital.

Now, halfway back in life, he is still penniless.

Jiang Yuan took a shower in a hurry and tentatively called out to the outside: "Xunjian? My clothes!"

There was a knock on the door, and someone reached in and handed her clothes.

Jiang Yuan fell into deep thought as he looked at the vintage bright red floral dress - a style that was popular among the middle-aged and elderly people in every era.

Realizing that she hadn't answered for a long time, Xunjian shook his head up and down.

Jiang Yuan felt his temple throbbing.

She tied her clothes in great humiliation and regarded it as a provocation from Xunjian.

If she were to wear a big braid now, she would be able to blend in perfectly even if she traveled back in time.

There was no need to look, Xun Jian was standing by the door. He actually managed to find a place to wash in such a short time. His hair was still wet, and he was wearing a white T-shirt that had been washed thoroughly, with water still dripping from his hair.

It seemed as if he could only speak for a moment, and before Jiang Yuan could react and get angry, he fainted.

Damn, this guy is playing dirty tricks.

When Jiang Yuan woke up, he didn't know how much time had passed. The sky had turned completely dark. It was like a corner where the moonlight could not reach, it was completely dark.

She moved her fingers and found that she was tied up like a worm cocoon.

Jiang Yuan: ...

Although I am speechless, I have to pee urgently!

She used her hands and feet and began to struggle and twist.

Probably looks more like a bug.

"Don't bother trying. You can't break free from these specially made ropes used to tie up aliens."

A sound suddenly came from the depths of the darkness, breaking the silence of the night and making Jiang Yuan shiver subconsciously.

"These are the ropes that were used to tie me up. You should understand that the more you struggle, the more they will tighten until they dig deep into your flesh."

Jiang Yuan was sweating so much that he didn't feel any real fear when he heard his gloomy threat: "I understand all this, but I want to go to the bathroom."

Xunjian's brewing emotions were interrupted, and he suddenly seemed a little more normal: "I didn't buy the props that can cut the rope."

Jiang Yuan: ???

"Do you think I don't need to go to the bathroom? Ah!! What should I do now? You might as well just stab me to death!"

Xun Jian's voice was rarely guilty: "I'm sorry, that's too expensive. The rope only costs 5,000 credits, but the cutter costs 40,000."

Jiang Yuan took a breath with difficulty: "Give me back my communicator, I will buy it myself."

"No, you can't leave."

"I'm not leaving. I'm calling for an emergency delivery."

Jiang Yuan's voice already had a hint of tears in it.

Every minute and every second of the waiting process was extremely painful. Her unconscious movements made the rope tighter and tighter, and even made some mechanical friction sounds.

Xun Jian seemed a little at a loss, he clearly did not do anything, but Jiang Yuan looked like he was being tortured. He did not feel any pleasure from revenge, he just felt as if his heart was being grabbed by something, making him feel uncomfortable.

He picked Jiang Yuan up from the bed, held him in his arms and held him down: "Don't move, you're going to get hurt."

"You stay away from me."

"Do you hate me so much? I just let you experience my pain. This is just the tip of the iceberg!"

Jiang Yuan interrupted the spell weakly: "I'm really afraid of peeing on you."

Xunjian: ...

His pupils calmed down again and he hugged her tighter.

"It's okay, it's all my fault, don't blame me."

Jiang Yuan was speechless and choked up. Could he please stop being so crazy? She took a deep breath and tried to talk to him:

"I have a property, why don't you live there with me?"

"No, you have to stay here! Don't even think about leaving."

"Baby, please be reasonable. I want you to come with me. Look at your account balance. If you don't suffocate me, I will starve to death in a while. Isn't it good to come to my house? Can I still escape in my house? Just treat it as a prisoner in another place, how about it?"

"I'll put my fingerprint pupil into your account. You can't go anywhere without money."

Jiang Yuan: ...

Although he seemed to be not very clear-headed, he was calculating quite loudly and even described robbery in such a refreshing and refined way.