After he finished speaking, he swept the burning candle on the table towards song Xuan ...
Song Xuan raised her arm to cover her face. At that moment, she thought that the candlelight would fall on her body. She did not mind suffering a little physical pain to pull the old woman down.
However, in that split second, a figure suddenly pounced towards her.
She heard yang Haitao's voice and shouted worriedly, " "Song Xuan!"
Then, she felt the person who was blocking her groan.
It was April, and Haicheng was warm. The clothes they wore were thin. When the candle oil was poured on their bodies, the candlelight quickly lit up the chemical fiber clothes on their bodies. The back of yang Haitao's clothes was instantly burned.
Tang qingru's voice came,"hurry up and put out the fire. Take off your clothes and cover the fire, hurry!"