Just as Ximen Longting was about to put his foot in, Jing Jiaren shouted again: "Wait a minute."
She picked up his trousers, folded them up, put his feet into the massager, and then pressed the switch.
The water creates tiny waves in the massager.
Ximen Longting stepped on it with the soles of his feet.
Jing Jiaren smiled and asked, "Are you comfortable?"
Ximen Longting stared at her, stretched out his hand, and suddenly brought her into his arms, taking off her shoes and socks without her noticing.
Her feet were also cold. After all, it was cold outside.
Ximen Longting rubbed her little feet and put her feet in the massager.
A hot feeling came over me, comfortable and warm...
Ximen Longting leaned into her ear and asked, "Are you comfortable?"
"Um……"
"I feel very comfortable too," he whispered, "Jing Jiaren, how dare you be so nice to me, you must be conscious."
"What realization?"
"We have no other choice but to grow old together..."
Jing Jiaren lowered her eyes and laughed softly, but there was something faintly flickering in her eyes.
"You haven't said yet, how many bad things have I said?" He did not forget that question.
"You said at first that I was not good at anything," Jing Jiaren looked at his arms around her waist, "I don't know anything. I can't cook, wash clothes, fold clothes, I'm not gentle..."
"The time when it was peaceful and quiet?"
"In the past few days, I will just be a good woman, okay?" Jing Jiaren nestled in his arms, "I can cook everything. I will cook every meal for you. Maybe the taste is not very good -
—If you don’t mind it.”
"How dare I dislike you?"
"I will wash, cook and fold your clothes with my own hands."
"It doesn't matter if you don't know how, I will do it later."
"No! I want to do it!" Jing Jiaren said stubbornly, "Let me do it."
"Why?"
"Don't you like me like that? Tell me, what else do you want me to be like?"
Ximen Longting felt that his heart was blocked: "I just like you as you are, and I like the unique Jing Jiaren - my world does not need a second tranquility."
Jing Jiaren smiled: "That's not what you said at the beginning."
"Every bad thing I said to you is false."
"Really?"
"Every kind word you say is what I really mean."
"Is that so?"
"From now on, will you forget all the bad things?" Ximen Longting hugged her tightly, and she sat between his legs, with her little feet folded on his insteps, such warm happiness.
"I will forget it in the future." Jing Jiaren said with half-squinted eyes.
No matter whether it is good or bad, as long as there is any memory about Ximen Longting, she will erase it from her memory.
"I heard that love is like a glass ball. When it falls on the ground, it will break into many pieces. Everyone can pick it up, but no matter how you pick it up, you will never finish it. In the end, you will only be cut into bloody pieces...
Jing Jiaren asked pointedly, "If love is so hurtful, why do you have to pick it up?"
"As long as I'm alive, I'll pick up your share!"
Jing Jiaren's expression moved slightly and asked: "Ximen Longting, what if one day you find that I have done something wrong that you will never be able to forgive?"
Ximen Longting kissed her ear: "First, you are always right. Second, if you are wrong, please refer to the first point."