We need to leave, we can't delay any longer.
Gao Yi turned to the distraught nun, "Are you coming or not?"
The nun's knees were on the ground, her body twisted, staring blankly at Gao Yi.
She couldn't bear it, she really couldn't.
If only the look in her eyes were a bit more complex, her face a bit uglier, and her legs not so attractive, Gao Yi would have walked away.
But now, he really didn't want to leave.
Gao Yi sighed, stepped forward, and grabbed the nun by the neck, lifting her up with his left hand.
The heart could be soft, but the hands must be firm; Gao Yi wasn't about to leave any opportunity for a colleague to kill him.
The nun stood up on her own, and Gao Yi released his left arm, then the first thing he did was pull down the nun's long robe.
He tugged but couldn't move it, then Gao Yi noticed that there was a rope tied around the nun's waist, not a belt, just some kind of hemp rope, and the robe was tucked inside it, no wonder he couldn't pull it down.