Before Lin Xiner could turn around, someone was already pressing against her back, holding her hands in his arms, and taking her to the wall away from the window.
That kind of breath, that kind of feeling, that kind of... lingering memories swept over me.
Lin Xiner leaned stiffly in front of the man. She didn't know whether she had forgotten to think, or because she felt solemn when she thought about it, so she didn't think about it. Her mind was blank, which was the most relaxing thing.
For a long time, the blank space in my mind gradually faded away and was re-colored with various complex colors.
Lin Xiner slowly raised her hands, placed them on those rough hands, and gently took those hands away from her body.
"Hey——"
The person behind him suddenly made a sound of pain.
Lin Xiner, who had just released her big hands, turned around quickly and saw Ximen Jingxuan bending slightly, covering his abdomen with his hands.
Because the speed of turning around was a bit fierce, Lin Xiner's forehead hit Ximen Jingxuan's hanging head. The two heads hit each other heavily, and they stuck together tightly and did not separate for a while.
"How are you...?" Lin Xiner felt that her voice was a little jerky, so she spoke with difficulty.
She remembered that Ximen Jingxuan had just been seriously stabbed, and he was not recovering in the mansion, so he found Yunxiaoyuan so quickly.
Ximen Jingxuan did not answer. The room was dark and his injuries could not be seen clearly. Lin Xiner felt a little anxious.
Suddenly, Ximen Jingxuan raised the hand covering his abdomen, held the back of Lin Xiner's head, and pressed her forehead closer to him.
"Xin'er..." Ximen Jingxuan murmured, rubbing Lin Xiner's forehead back and forth.
Following Ximen Jingxuan's strength, Lin Xiner's head moved up, and he also took advantage of the situation to replace his forehead with his lips, kissing down Lin Xiner's forehead, across the bridge of her nose, and towards the
red lips.
Lin Xin'er wanted to avoid it, but Ximen Jingxuan's hand held her tightly, forcing her to accept his intention, melting her little by little.
Their lips finally touched each other, both of them in different moods.
One passionately wants to have it, and the other... is still stiff and at a loss.
Feeling that Lin Xiner's stiffness was hard to dissipate, Ximen Jingxuan let go of her lips, stepped away from her, and stared into those eyes, the hidden intention of avoidance in them did not escape his eyes.
"Why are you avoiding me? You obviously care about me, why don't you let yourself follow your heart? Huangfu Yan Chong has already entrusted you to me, why are you still refusing to accept it?"
Ximen Jingxuan tried to be as gentle as possible with his series of questions, for fear of making an ignorant child cry, so he was extra careful.
"I can't get over the hurdle in my heart." Lin Xin'er lowered her head, not daring to look into Ximen Jingxuan's eyes. She was afraid that she would sink deeply.
Or maybe she never really pulled it out and just didn't want to admit it.
"What obstacle? Is it the hatred of Yueyao and Xingyao?" Ximen Jingxuan pressed Lin Xiner's shoulders tightly, "To be fair, just because I stand in the position of Prince Xuan, I was used by others and harmed you.
Sister, should I hand over my feelings to bear this responsibility? Who can bear the responsibility of losing my loved one to me? Hmm? "
Ximen Jingxuan has never bothered to ask for justice in anything he does. He firmly believes that justice lies in people's hearts and has its own laws. But this time, he really wants to ask for an explanation for himself. He can endure others' disapproval of him.
, but cannot tolerate Lin Xiner's refusal to face her feelings.
She obviously still cares about him, so why is she still deceiving herself? She obviously knows everything in her heart, so why is she putting a hurdle for herself that shouldn't exist at all?
If Xing Yao Yueyao has a soul in the sky, she should be able to say something for him. Obviously he is also a person who can be killed at any time. He is the same type as them. His life may not be as miserable as their death.
"Jingxuan." Lin Xiner raised her head and looked at Ximen Jingxuan. There was a sad face hidden in the darkness.
But she didn't know how to answer Ximen Jingxuan's question. How would she feel if she was used by someone and hurt him?
"You don't have to answer me." Ximen Jingxuan held Lin Xiner in his arms again.
Lin Xiner did not refuse, she seemed to hear a long sigh from Ximen Jingxuan's heart.
Standing in the position of Prince Xuan, he is not only regarded as a thorn in others' side, but it is so difficult to get love. Mother's love is a luxury that he has never had, and her love is so stingy and closed. It really doesn't matter.
Regarding his matter, she was really unfair to him.
Leaning in Ximen Jingxuan's arms, following her own thoughts, Lin Xiner couldn't help but stretched out her hands and hugged his waist, just like she had held him before, he was the warmth she had found.
The two hugged each other quietly for a long time...
Lin Xiner suddenly felt a little wet on her body, realized something, and wanted to push Ximen Jingxuan away to check.
"Don't move, let me hold you for a while." Ximen Jingxuan said, unwilling to let go of Lin Xiner.
A handful of jagged bones was all he had. This was different from the Xin'er he had hugged before. After not seeing each other for a few days and undergoing some poisonous treatment, all he had left was a hand full of bones, hugged in his palms, which made him feel distressed.
.
"No, let me take a look!" Lin Xiner said firmly in a deep voice, trying hard to get away, but she couldn't resist Ximen Jingxuan's strength. Ximen Jingxuan hugged her tightly, not even a gap could be found.
Not loose.
"If you don't let go, I will never let you hug me again." Lin Xiner threatened.
"Ha..." Ximen Jingxuan smiled, feeling a rare sense of relief. Does this mean that Xin'er accepted him again?
Ximen Jingxuan was "threatened" and let go of Lin Xiner.
Lin Xiner touched the wet area, and it was sticky. It was indeed blood!
"Is the wound open?" Lin Xiner's heart tightened, and she leaned over to look at Ximen Jingxuan's abdomen, which was already very red.
His clothes were soaked with blood. How much blood did he lose?
"Follow me!" Lin Xiner couldn't help but pull Ximen Jingxuan towards the bed.
In order not to attract the attention of people outside, I did not dare to light a candle, so I could only fumble in the dim light.
"It's okay. Look, I can sit here safe and sound. There's nothing serious. You don't need to look at it. Just wait until I get back and deal with it again." Ximen Jingxuan sat beside the bed and took Lin Xiner's hand.
"It's true that you left some blood stains here and need to be cleaned up."
Seeing that Ximen Jingxuan's breathing was smooth, Lin Xiner felt relieved. There was indeed no equipment to treat wounds here, and there was nothing she could do.
"I can be coaxed into it, but my legs are full of holes," Lin Xiner said.
Even if it was her own blood, it could be hidden from Yun Xiaoyuan's people, not to mention that Qingrou had also seen her legs.
"You have suffered." Ximen Jingxuan's hands tightened.
Lin Xiner took Ximen Jingxuan's hand with her backhand. The fingers had not yet recovered and felt mottled to the touch. The nails were still embedded in the flesh and no new ones had grown.
The two were speechless for a moment, with only their hands clasped together, their eyes facing each other affectionately, and the deep affection condensed in their eyes. Silence was better than sound.