However, after Jing Jiaren started dating Leng Aofeng, Jing Meilin's attitude toward Leng Aofeng changed drastically. Every time she saw Jing Jiaren, she was even more aggressive and hurtful.
"By the way, how about Jing Meixue and Jing Meiahi?"
"They are very nice."
Jing Jiaren didn't think much about it: "I also hope you take care of yourself."
Jing Meilin's death was temporarily postponed.
…
Jing Jiaren placed the vase at the window, and a pair of arms suddenly surrounded her from behind.
His hot iron breath surrounded her, sniffing her neck: "The matter is clear, are you satisfied?"
Jing Jiaren pushed his head away: "Stay away from me."
"It's depression, it has nothing to do with you. Still not happy?"
"I'm not unhappy," Jing Jiaren paused and asked strangely, "I never said her death had anything to do with me?"
Ximen Longting's eyes dimmed and he changed the subject: "How many scarves did you wear?"
"Not much." Jing Jiaren pushed him away, walked to the bed and picked up the sewing bag.
Ximen Longting came over and sat next to her, hugging her: "Would you rather face Mao Yao than look at me?"
"..."
"Don't you hate knitting scarves?"
"Yes," Jing Jiaren frowned, "I hate facing you more than knitting a scarf!"
Ximen Longting's eyebrows froze, he thought she would be happy if he solved these things for her.
He wants to be good to her and give her the best in the world...as long as she asks for it.
But she never asked him what he wanted, she just refused.
"Jing Jiaren!" Ximen Longting firmly grabbed her chin, "What do you want, and what should I do to make you happy?"
"I want you to disappear from me now."
"Why can you tolerate Leng Lintian?"
"Don't you keep asking Leng Lintian what he can give me? He can give me freedom!"
Ximen Longting said coldly: "The only love I can give you is domineering."
"It's not domineering and the only kind of love that's what I want... Lovers also need a free and independent space. I can't stand you because you always cling to me."
Ximen Longting looked at her silently for a long time, then his eyes fell on the knitted bag.
Inside are two different balls of yarn and a pair of needles.
Because Jing Jiaren wanted to knit two pieces and the beginning was difficult, she asked the woman to do the first one.
"You want to knit two scarves?"
He remembered that when she wanted to ask the woman to do it for her in the afternoon, she also had two.
Jing Jiaren lowered her eyes: "Yeah."
"There is one more piece, who should I knit it for?"
"..."
"Let me ask you, who else do you want to knit for?" Ximen Longting grabbed her shoulders and shook her with force.
Jing Jiaren's shoulders hurt slightly: "Look, Ximen Longting is like this. You can't always control your emotions."
"Will you knit both pieces for me?" he asked sarcastically, not believing that she would be so kind.
"As you think, there is another one. I knit it for Leng Lintian."
Ximen Longting's eyes became even more sarcastic, as if he wanted to swallow her up.
"He is my husband and he saved my life. What's wrong with me knitting one for him?"
"He is your husband, why don't you still stay in my arms?" Ximen Longting pressed her lips hard, bit her lips hard, and said in a low voice, "I can kiss you how you want,
Where do you want to kiss..."
His lips moved down domineeringly, kissing her chin and neck fiercely: "Kiss wherever you want!"
Jing Jiaren pushed his head hard: "Jealousy is the lowest and most childish emotion!"