His movements were swift. Chen An was caught off guard, only realizing his intention when he was lifted up. He turned his head, "You're going to fall, damn it!"
The leather rope was gradually loosening.
"Stop talking nonsense!" Mo Nanjue spread his long fingers against his waist, his voice cold, "If you step, you can get out. If you don't, we'll fall and die together."
Chen An frowned tightly, "You said you wouldn't leave me, but now you're asking me to leave you? Mo Nanjue, I'm telling you, don't even think about it!"
"Look at you, acting like a woman!"
Seeing this, Mo Nanjue simply lifted his leg, braced against Chen An's knee, wrapped the leather rope around his waist, and then forcefully pushed him off the top of the wall, "Hold on tight yourself, take good care of Tong Ran for me!"
"You—"
