Jing Jiaren suddenly took away his hand and walked forward.
Ximen Longting reached out to grab her and knocked his hand off: "Don't bother me, I want to rest."
Seeing her getting into bed instead of leaving the ward, Ximen Longting breathed a sigh of relief: "You go to bed first, and I'll finish watching this video first."
"..." Jing Jiaren rolled up the quilt and wrapped it up.
He still saw it...
What should I do? She felt that she had no face to face him, let alone herself.
What to do next?
She didn't want to give Ximen Longting any more hope, so she hit him hard again.
Now Leng Lintian is lying in the hospital, Leng Aofeng's illness has recovered, and Ximen Longting can help cure Jing's mother's illness.
Obviously everything can be solved easily, but something seems to have gone bad.
Jing Jiaren's mind was in a mess.
It was quiet in the ward...
She didn't know what Ximen Longting's expression looked like after watching that video. She didn't want to know either.
She didn't know how much time passed, but it was so long that she thought Ximen Longting had left.
Suddenly there were footsteps approaching the hospital bed.
Jing Jiaren closed her eyes tightly.
A pair of hands, together with the quilt, held her tightly in his arms.
Jing Jiaren's head was also hidden under the quilt, and her heart suddenly vibrated in her chest.
Ximen Longting hugged her without saying a word, but there was some very depressing sadness flowing in the air.
The arms holding her tightened constantly, for fear that she would leave.
Jing Jiaren's heart also crumpled into a ball...
Suddenly, he started to pull the quilt with force. Jing Jiaren pressed her body tightly to prevent him from succeeding.
She didn't know how to face him at all!
"Beauty, look at me..."
His voice was extremely hoarse.
Jing Jiaren didn't know why, but tears fell down her face just when she heard his voice.
"Even if you give me the world, without you, I still feel like I have nothing."
"..."
"I want you to look at me!" He pulled off the quilt with great force.
Jing Jiaren's strength could not match his, and her head was finally exposed. She lowered her head and avoided her eyes.
Ximen Longting took her chin and lifted it hard.
Two pairs of equally red eyes stared at each other.
There was obviously water flowing in Ximen Longting's eyes: "I think your eyes...are always looking at me, only me..."
His rough thumb rubbed the corners of her eyes.
His long eyelashes were wet.
He pressed forward suddenly and kissed her lips fiercely.
At the same time, two lines of tears fell from the corners of Jing Jiaren's eyes without any knowledge. Even she herself didn't know why, since when did she become so tearful.
Ximen Longting kissed her crazily and wiped her tears with his hands.
Salty tears intertwined in each other's mouths.
Her tears are like an open source of water...
Why are you crying? I can’t find the reason.
She only felt an inexplicable sadness coming suddenly like a tsunami, sweeping over each other.
Love is such a painful feeling, I feel like my heart is suffocating.
"Beauty, I love you..."
Her nose was blocked to breathe.
"The person in the world who is most reluctant to hurt you is me."
His voice became deeper and deeper, "Does it hurt?"
She knew he was asking about the slap he gave her on the face that night.
"I deserve to die!" He slapped himself in the face with a loud slap.
Jing Jiaren grabbed his wrist: "What are you doing?"