The hard stubble pricked her, a familiar smell to her. Only at this moment when he was holding her did she feel complete.
Ximen Longting kissed her wildly, and when he was drunk, he was like a wild beast that had lost his mind.
Jing Jiaren couldn't push him away, and she couldn't speak with her lips being kissed.
The entangled and tortured kiss burned in the smell of alcohol. He accidentally touched the wound on her neck. Jing Jiaren frowned in pain: "It hurts!"
Ximen Longting's body suddenly stiffened, and he raised his body and looked at her deeply.
His mind seemed to be starting to clear up, and then gradually becoming chaotic.
He stared at the injury on her neck, his eyes a fishy red...
Jing Jiaren lay under him, her eyes washed clear by water: "Ximen Longting, it's me."
"..."
"I'm back," she sniffed hard and smiled, "It's all my fault, I shouldn't have loved so selfishly. I swear, as long as you need me, I will never leave again. I will never run away again.
,OK?"
"..."
"Ximen Longting, do you understand what I'm saying?"
Suddenly, his body sank, and Ximen Longting pressed down again, his whole body burning hot.
Jing Jiaren's tears rolled in her eyes several times and she endured them.
He was really drunk...
Fortunately, Jing Jiaren's upper body was only pressed by him, while her lower body was hung outside the bed.
She moved her body hard, trying to get away from Ximen Longting. But a big palm suddenly grabbed her wrist, preventing her from leaving...
Jing Jiaren closed her eyes and stroked his sweaty hair with her other hand.
Even the pungent smell of alcohol didn't make her feel uncomfortable at all.
Perhaps because she had been crying for too long, Jing Jiaren's eyes were swollen, but she felt so at ease smelling his body fragrance that she fell asleep unconsciously.
morning.
Warm sunlight came in from the window, filling half of the room, and the air was quiet.
Jing Jiaren was awakened by the sound of his vomiting several times last night and took care of him, giving him water, patting his back, cleaning up the vomit and garbage on the floor, and wiping his face with a towel.
Finally, Ximen Longting and I both lay on the bed, facing each other.
So when Jing Jiaren opened her eyes, what she saw was Ximen Longting's sleeping face...
Jing Jiaren couldn't help but reached out and touched his face, a soft and deep emotion appeared in her eyes.
In the past, she suppressed her feelings for him, fearing that she would lose herself in love, so she pretended to be indifferent.
But from now on, she planned to love him regardless, without leaving any way out for herself.
Fingers stroked his eyebrows, eyes, nose...
While describing his soft and resolute lips, a hand suddenly grabbed her fingers.
The beautiful red eyes opened again.
Jing Jiaren tried to cheer up and smiled: "You're awake, are you still drunk?"
She cried too much last night, her eyes were severely swollen, and her smile was astringent.
Ximen Longting's arms froze.
"It's me, Jing Jiaren." She leaned over and kissed him on the high bridge of his nose.
Ximen Longting threw her hand away as if he was electrocuted, with an expression on his face that was still blank.
"Just go back to sleep. The hangover will be very uncomfortable. I'll go downstairs and make you a bowl of hangover soup."
Jing Jiaren got up and got out of bed.
"Jing Jiaren."
With a low and rich voice, he raised his volume.
Jing Jiaren turned her face half way: "What's wrong?"
"Who let you in?" His face was very ugly, and his red eyes were filled with thundering anger.