There is a fireplace burning in the hall, and the whole room illuminated by the fire is particularly warm...
"The young master is in the room on the second floor." Wilson reminded softly.
Jing Jiaren went upstairs.
Everywhere on Love Street, Jing Jiaren can open the door lock with a card, and the locks of the rooms in the villa are equipped with sensors, and Jing Jiaren's fingerprint can also open the door.
Jing Jiaren put her hand on the handle and clicked it. Nothing had changed, and the lock had not been changed.
When I opened the door, I was hit by an extremely pungent smell of alcohol.
Jing Jiaren looked at the servant behind her: "You are waiting at the door, there is no need to come in."
The servant glanced at Wilson.
Wilson nodded in agreement, but reminded: "The young master drank a lot of wine and is not rational. You must pay attention and ring the service bell immediately if something bad happens."
"I see."
Jing Jiaren quickly closed the door, unable to hold back her tears any longer, she raised her hand to wipe her eyes.
Ximen Longting, you idiot, why do you still drink when you have a stomach problem?
Several wine bottles were thrown around on the big bed. Ximen Longting was lying there with his clothes and shoes on, with half a bottle of unfinished wine in his hand.
Jing Jiaren's eyes kept filled with mist.
Half a month later, he seemed to be a lot more haggard...
How could she make him so haggard? She must be his disaster.
Jing Jiaren picked up the wine bottle and threw it into the trash can, then went to get the bottle in Ximen Longting's hand.
He held it tightly, and there was a ring on his pale finger, which was the same as Jing Jiaren's ring.
Jing Jiaren wiped her eyes again, her chest felt uncomfortable and she pulled hard on the bottle.
"Ximen Longting, let go!"
"Ximen Longting... wake up..."
"Don't you know you have stomach problems? Why are you still drinking at this time..."
"Why are you torturing me like this? This is the cruelest revenge. You really hurt me!"
Jing Jiaren choked and murmured to herself.
They were always noisy together, and she thought it would be the best relief for them to be separated.
But being separated... was even more painful than ever.
Jing Jiaren finally pulled out the bottle with force and poured the wine into the toilet. Her body was weak, she slowly squatted down and hugged the toilet and whispered...
There is only a 20% chance of stomach cancer...
Ximen Longting's character is extremely stubborn. He doesn't want to waste the rest of his life on treatment. Even if Jing Jiaren finds a way to get him to agree, the treatment may not be successful...
Jing Jiaren quickly stood up wiping her tears. The more times like this, the less she could be defeated.
Walking out of the bathroom, a pair of red pupils stared at her deeply.
Jing Jiaren's heart suffocated——
The two people's eyes locked deeply, and the air became thinner.
Jing Jiaren's soul seemed to be pulled away, and she finally made a sound after a long while:
"Are you awake?"
Ximen Longting frowned, grabbed his painful head, and slowly stood up to get out of bed.
Jing Jiaren walked to the bed and put her hand on his shoulder: "You are very drunk. Go to sleep. I have something to tell you when you wake up."
The next second, she was brought to the bed, and Ximen Longting looked at her with eyes as deep as the ocean, as if questioning her authenticity.
Jing Jiaren held his face: "Your eyes...are really like the deep sea."
Just looking at her made her suffocate.
His stubble pricked her tender palms...
The messy hair was covered with sweat, as if it had been poured with water.