1141. Chapter 1141 She has a tendency to masochistic
Jing Jiaren turned around, feeling the stabbing pain in her heart.
As long as she was awake, she would miss Ximen Longting, and the guilt in her heart would overwhelm her.
She walked into the bathroom indifferently, rummaged through the drawer, and found that the razor blade she had kept in it was missing.
Jing Jiaren opened the door and asked the servant, "Have you put away the blades I put in the drawer?"
"What blade?"
"Forget it...don't touch my things casually in the future!"
Jing Jiaren closed the bathroom door and frowned. The pain that suddenly hit her was unbearable.
She paced back and forth in the room, grabbing her hair.
She thought she might have symptoms of mania...
There is a certain time every day when I feel extremely depressed.
Finding an electric shaver, Jing Jiaren opened the slot and took out the blade.
It turns out that pain is addictive.
Since the first time she cut a bloody wound on her arm to relieve stress, this has become her most normal way.
She rolled up her sleeves and cut them off hard on her fair arms.
The pain made her close her eyes, and she felt less guilty about Ximen Longting.
Suddenly the bathroom door suddenly opened...
Jing Jiaren didn't react, and the hand holding the blade was clenched hard!
Jing Jiaren was slightly startled when she saw Leng Lintian staring at her angrily!
"What are you doing? Self-harm?"
Jing Jiaren was slightly surprised.
"Tell me, Jing Jiaren, are you harming yourself?"
Jing Jiaren took a deep breath and said, "What do I do that's none of your business?"
"You are my wife, what does it have to do with me?"
"Wife?" Jing Jiaren curled her lips and smiled, "I'm just your revenge and fertility tool!"
"..."
"Don't worry, these small cuts will not affect the child's health. It will not affect your revenge against Ximen Longting!" Jing Jiaren said happily, but her chin was suddenly grabbed.
Leng Lintian pinched her jaws tightly: "The woman I thought was strong is actually so fragile."
"...I'm just fragile, how about that?" Jing Jiaren sneered, "It turns out you were the one who asked me to put my blade away."
Just now, the servant heard that Jing Jiaren was looking for a blade, so he immediately rushed to find Leng Lintian, right?
Look at the sweat on his forehead. He looked like he was out of breath from running. He is still breathing heavily to this day.
Jing Jiaren smiled slightly, what did he care about?
"Give me the blade." Leng Lintian grabbed her wrist.
Jing Jiaren squeezed it tightly and refused to give it.
"Jing Jiaren!" he growled.
"Shouldn't you feel comfortable seeing me feeling so uncomfortable? You're taking revenge on Ximen Longting, but you're also preventing me from feeling better..."
Leng Lintian's eyes darkened as he grabbed the blade from her hand.
The thing was already sharp, but with just a slight scratch, blood dripped from his palm.
Jing Jiaren's body trembled, she let go, and the blade fell to the ground.
Leng Lintian immediately bent down to pick it up, threw it into the trash can, and immediately asked the servants to come in and clean it up.
Jing Jiaren looked at his nervous look, curled her lips and smiled: "It's just a small flesh wound, but Master Leng can be so nervous."
Her hand was involuntarily pulled to the sink, and the faucet was turned on to rinse away the blood.
Leng Lintian looked at the stab wounds on her arms. When he first discovered them, he suspected that she had a tendency to commit suicide.