His dirty face looked like a naughty boy who had been playing on the beach for a long time. Jing Jiaren looked at him and couldn't help laughing softly, but her eyes were filled with tears as she smiled.
Wiping his face clean with a towel, that handsome face appeared, and I couldn't get enough of it.
Jing Jiaren suddenly thought that it was God's will that the sketchbook was washed away, because it contained a lot of her words...
But Ximen Longting wanted that sketch so much, why couldn't she draw it for him again?
Thinking of the scene in the morning when he secretly pried open the drawer, he was really a stubborn boy.
Jing Jiaren just smiled and wiped him. When his whole body was wiped clean, there was a thick layer of sand in the basin.
Changed N basins of water and wiped them clean for the last time.
Jing Jiaren covered him with a quilt and picked up the pen.
Her fingers were soaked in water and stung slightly. Her hands wrapped in rice dumplings were not convenient for drawing, and she couldn't even hold the pen steadily.
Jing Jiaren tried drawing a few times, but it didn't work at all.
I had to take off all the bandages...
The night is getting darker.
The pen makes a gentle friction sound on the paper, and the pen scratches the wound. It hurts, and sometimes it will crack if you apply too much force...
Jing Jiaren frowned slightly and bit her lip. She could endure any pain.
Suddenly, a wound was finally squeezed open, and a drop of blood fell and hit the drawing paper...
Got dirty.
Half of the painting was done well, but it got dirty just like that!
Jing Jiaren was very disappointed, so she found some OK bandages in the cabinet and painted them again.
Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows slightly. His throat was extremely dry, as if it was on fire, and his stomach was hungry and cramping. He hadn't eaten since he woke up in the morning.
I opened my eyes tiredly, and the scenes in front of me overlapped in confusion, the sky was dim and the earth was dark.
He coughed, and there was still a fishy-sweet taste in his throat, which was the blood he coughed into his throat before he fell into coma.
Jing Jiaren crawled onto the bed and took a nap. She had been crying for too long and her mind was groggy. She was really too sleepy.
Faintly hearing a cough, she raised her face and saw that Ximen Longting was awake, picking up drawing paper and reading.
"You're awake," Jing Jiaren rubbed her eyes and looked at the clock, "You've been unconscious for more than five hours."
Ximen Longting raised the paper in his hand coldly: "What is this?"
"Didn't you dig up sketches on the beach in the afternoon? Since you want it so much, I'll draw another one for you."
Ximen Longting stared at her deeply.
"You said you wanted to see what you look like in my eyes. The you in the painting is the you in my eyes."
Ximen Longting in the painting has his eyes closed, like a hybrid between an angel and a demon...
Both evil and bloodthirsty arrogance, but also noble and cold elegance.
A ferocious hand suddenly stretched out and grabbed her collar: "What is this?"
"..."
"Sympathy? Or pity?" He laughed wildly, "I want it, and you give it to me?"
"no……"
"Or, you're afraid that I won't let you go, so you hurry up and please me, right?"
Why does he have to think the worst about anything she does and think of her as the worst woman?
Jing Jiaren's mouth moved and she chose silence as usual.
Ximen Longting hated her most for being silent, never explaining, and ignoring her. Is it because his existence didn't deserve any explanation from her at all!?
"Who said I wanted it?"
The drawing paper suddenly split into two in his hand!
Ximen Longting ruthlessly tore up the sketch she had drawn with so much effort, turning it into a handful of pieces in an instant.