Ximen Longting has been repairing the villa and refused to sleep during rest time at night.
Wilson didn't dare to speak at all, otherwise he would end up being cannon fodder...
So he could only look at Jing Jiaren for help: "Miss Jing, if the young master continues to endure like this, his body will not be able to bear it."
Jing Jiaren has also tried to persuade her many times, but he doesn't listen at all.
"Ximen Longting, can we wait until tomorrow to repair it?"
"Not sleepy."
"But I'm sleepy. If you don't sleep, I can't sleep even if I stay with you."
"Go to bed."
"Don't you want to hug me and sleep together at night?" Jing Jiaren stroked his mask, "Don't you always want to sleep with me in your arms?"
Ximen Longting raised his head coldly. From the time he was lying on the hospital bed to now, not to mention the passionate night, she slept in the next bed separately every night - because his surgical wound was not healed, and he was undergoing infusion and gastric tube insertion.
, it is not convenient to sleep with others at all.
Jing Jiaren was afraid that if she slept with him, he would lose control of herself, so she added an extra bed.
Because of this, Ximen Longting was angry for several days...
The look in her eyes was always filled with gloomy accusations: You liar!
If he had known that he was in such pain, Ximen Longting would definitely not have agreed to treat his stomach problem.
"Sleep together?" He stopped.
"Well," Jing Jiaren nodded, "I asked the doctor that your incision has healed and scabbed, so it's okay for me to sleep with you in my arms."
Ximen Longting flexed his limbs and then asked Wilson to carefully move the villa and prepare to sleep.
"You have worked hard for a long time, and I will help you knead it."
Jing Jiaren climbed onto the bed flatteringly and squeezed his arm, feeling that he had lost a lot of weight.
Ximen Longting's whole body was filled with the smell of medicine, and many strands of hair fell under the pillow.
Every day Wilson would hold a pillow and shake it in the sun. She was very distressed when she saw Ximen Longting's hair falling out.
"Ximen Longting, I haven't hugged you for a long time, let me hug you."
Jing Jiaren reached out and hugged him, feeling how thin his body was, and his chest was so thin that there was only hard bones, which stretched against her.
Jing Jiaren's nose felt sore: "You have lost weight again."
Ximen Longting's cold fox mask shows no expression.
Jing Jiaren missed him so much and wanted to see what happened to his face...
Her hand touched the mask: "Let me see you?"
Ximen Longting pressed her hand: "No."
"I miss you..." Her voice was slightly choked, "I really do."
Ximen Longting's eyes darkened: "What did the nurse say?"
She suddenly felt sad. She wanted to sleep with him, but also wanted to look at his face, and even spoke with a crying sound...
Jing Jiaren shook her head: "I didn't say anything. I just missed you."
"Did you think you would stare at the picture album all afternoon without looking at me?"
"What picture album? That's a book about stomach cancer..."
Ximen Longting said nothing, but she could imagine the way he pursed his thin lips.
Jing Jiaren hugged him tighter: "Tell me what wish you have? You can let me accompany you to realize it."
All his wishes were about her, except to end Mr. Ximen.
"My wish is to help you realize your wish."
"..."
"What is your wish?"
"Your stomach must get better to survive."
He laughed lowly: "Do you want to buy a piece of land in the moon, enclose our territory, and write our names on it?"
Jing Jiaren was stunned for a moment, remembering that Jing’s father said that Mr. Ximen had done similar things for Jing’s mother back then.