Ximen Longting turned away indifferently: "If you stay by my side any longer, you will end up dead."
Jing Jiaren stared at him suddenly: "Is it because of my mother?"
"..."
"What deal did you make with Mr. Ximen?" Jing Jiaren held his face and turned it over, making him look at her. "Is it because Mr. Ximen doesn't allow us to meet?"
"Miss Jing..." Wilson finally spoke, "You come to see the young master. If the master finds out, he will definitely kill you."
really.
So was he rejecting her because he was worried about his safety?
"Then I have come to see you now. He may know it. If you drive me away, I will be in more danger."
"Master probably doesn't know yet..."
Jing Jiaren lowered her eyes and stared at Ximen Longting: "What deal? Just that I can't see you?"
"The young master is looking for Master Ximen this time, and the conditions for his offer are..."
"Shut up," Ximen Longting said as coldly as frost, "It's not your turn to speak as a small character here."
"Ximen Longting, don't do this!" Jing Jiaren looked back at Wilson, "Go out and bandage your hands with medicine."
Wilson looked at Ximen Longting hesitantly, obviously observing his master's expression.
"roll!"
Wilson saluted: "Master, I'm going out then. If you need anything, call me again."
The bodyguards and servants at the door were kneeling, looking inside.
Ximen Longting shouted sharply: "Everyone get out of here!"
Wilson dispersed the people, and Jing Jiaren asked the servant to bring in the pasta.
"The noodles are a little cold, so they may not be that delicious." Jing Jiaren explored the bowl and found it was still a little warm, "You can eat it now."
Ximen Longting has a terrifyingly deep face.
Jing Jiaren personally brought the pasta to him: "I'm sorry."
she said softly.
The words "Sorry" and the heart shape on the noodles remain the same.
Ximen Longting's lips were pale and he closed his eyes in pain: "Get out of here too."
"Ximen Longting, I really will never leave you again."
"..."
"No matter how you drive me away, I won't leave." Jing Jiaren took a hard breath, her voice trembling, "I want to pay you back everything I owe you. I want to cook for you and knit you a sweater.
, knit scarves, understand your emotions, make you happy, comfort you when you are unhappy... and help you realize your wishes!"
Ximen Longting's red eyes flashed with dark pain.
"I'm not afraid of Master Ximen. What I'm afraid of is that you are lonely and sad."
Jing Jiaren knew what she was asking, and Ximen Longting would not answer her.
It would be better to wait and ask Wilson, he will definitely tell the whole story.
"Ximen Longting, did you hear what I said? I am not afraid of death at all."
Ximen Longting finally raised his long eyelashes and stared at her: "I'm afraid."
"You are afraid that I will die, that I will get hurt, and that I will be sad and heartbroken, and so am I." Jing Jiaren took one of his hands to hold the plate, "I asked, your stomach can eat this, but you can't after surgery."
No more delicious food, you can only eat some liquid food. So now, take good care of it and don't drink too much and make your condition worse, okay?"
Ximen Longting said nothing.
"I feed you!?"
Ximen Longting's brows were furrowed, as if he had made some decision on his own without permission, and his expression was aloof and distant.
Jing Jiaren sat next to him, rolled up part of the spaghetti with chopsticks and fed it to him...
"Can you eat something? I don't have many chances to make food for you."