Jing Jiaren pursed her lower lip: "Thank you, I like it very much."
The next second, a big hand took the scorpion puppet away from her hand, and Ximen Longting's face turned gloomy.
"Don't touch my things." He said in an emotionless voice, "Didn't Miss Jing say you should respect other people's privacy?"
"You gave this stuffed doll to me."
"When did I say that!?"
"You asked me in the puppet, if I liked it?" Jing Jiaren also realized that she could be so thick-skinned, "I like it, I like it very much."
Ximen Longting's tense jaw moved: "I asked you if you liked it, but I didn't say that I would give it to you if you liked it."
"Ximen Longting...you obviously wanted to give it to me."
Ximen Longting threw it casually into the trash can.
Jing Jiaren's heart seemed to be thrown into it...
She turned pale and walked over to pick it up.
However, her arm was tightly grasped by a strong force. Ximen Longting glared at her angrily: "Don't pick it up!"
"How long are you going to keep making trouble?" Jing Jiaren reached out and hugged him, her eyelashes wet with tears, "Do you know that if you treat me like this, my heart will be very painful..."
"It hurts?" Ximen Longting sneered, "How much does it hurt?"
"The big tree in my heart has been uprooted. Do you think it hurts?"
Ximen Longting froze.
The wet drops of water on his hair fell and dripped on her face.
Jing Jiaren raised her face: "I am honored to be your Scorpion Queen."
She touched his chin, stood up on tiptoes, and kissed him tremblingly.
His face was gently avoided, her lips brushed his face, and she kissed the cold air...
Jing Jiaren, these are the punishments you deserve. Taste the bitter fruit of your neglecting him and treating him like this.
Jing Jiaren tried her best to smile: "It doesn't matter, I want to experience all the pain you have experienced personally."
Ximen Longting's throat rolled hard.
Jing Jiaren broke away from his arms and walked to the trash can to pick up the doll. Fortunately, she had just asked a servant to clean up the trash can and the floor. The trash can had a new bag and was very clean.
Jing Jiaren patted the dust that was not on the scorpion.
Ximen Longting's lips were a painful purple color...
He suddenly turned his face and looked out the window, clenching his fists tightly at his sides. He should have someone throw her out, or he should stride away from here immediately and never see her again!
Let her stay for one more minute, which is one more minute of danger.
But it was like roots growing under my feet, unable to move even half a step.
It felt like there was a rock pressing on my chest, and I couldn't say a word.
Jing Jiaren took his hand: "Didn't you tell me that I must blow dry my hair immediately after washing it?"
"..."
"Ximen Longting, can I help you dry your hair?"
She took his hand and motioned him to sit in front of the dressing table.
Ximen Longting's sharp red eyes stared at her.
Jing Jiaren's eyes were red. From the first moment he saw her, he knew how badly she was crying...
The strangulation on her neck made him want to kiss her tenderly.
His eyes became more and more blood red.
"I've never dried your hair before, right? Ximen Longting, let me do something for you." Jing Jiaren was flustered and uncomfortable by his gaze.
"Then you get out of here right away?"
"..." Jing Jiaren took a breath and avoided his question, "Sit over."