She wiped her eyes quickly to prevent tears from falling on his face.
But at this moment, Ruby's pupils opened and faced her.
Jing Jiaren looked at him in surprise, and he stared at her——
There was only a dim bedside lamp turned on in the room, and for the past ten days they had just looked at each other through cold masks.
He held her hand coldly: "Who allowed you to take off my mask!?"
"I want to see you..."
Jing Jiaren's voice was so wronged that she couldn't bear to say it. Her nose was sore and she couldn't help but burst into tears.
Ximen Longting stared at her solemnly: "Why are you crying?"
"No...I didn't cry!"
"Jing Jiaren," he wanted to say something, but his lips moved, "I'm afraid you'll pity me!"
"It's not pity...how could it be pity?" Jing Jiaren finally couldn't hold back her tears and rolled down, "I feel bad."
She wiped tears with the back of her hand.
"Every time you have a stomach attack and you drive me away when you are in pain, I feel very sad."
"You have to undergo chemotherapy, eat and bathe, and you have to take me away... I imagine you suffering from the pain, and I feel very sad."
"I really feel sorry for you, and I wish I could become a part of you and share your burden..."
Ximen Longting wiped away her tears with his rough fingers: "I thought you were very brave."
"I usually don't show it because I don't want my sadness to infect you." Jing Jiaren sniffed hard.
She can't remember how many nights she was so worried that she couldn't sleep...
But she didn't even dare to cry too freely.
I was afraid that Ximen Longting would be worried if his eyes were swollen the next day, and that he would wake up Ximen Longting if he cried too loudly.
"Why did you wake up?" she asked in a low voice, "You usually sleep very deeply."
Ximen Longting's voice was hoarse and his eyes pointed down.
Only then did Jing Jiaren realize that when she leaned over to take off his mask, her knee was leaning right on his male dignity...
By this time, he had already had a huge reaction.
But Jing Jiaren had just been completely immersed in sad thoughts, how could she feel it?
She quickly moved her knees away: "I pressed you..."
Ximen Longting pinched her chin hard: "You just know?"
"I woke you up down there, so you woke up?" she asked.
"Your question is very profound," he curled his lower lip wickedly, "I don't know whether my bottom wakes up first or my top wakes up first."
"You deliberately misunderstood me." She realized that she had accidentally asked a stupid question.
Ximen Longting held her tightly: "Since you woke me up, what should I do?"
"What do you want to do?"
"Don't you want to help me realize my wish?" He said evilly, "There is a great opportunity in front of you now."
"Show me your wounds..."
The wound needs to be completely healed.
Ximen Longting's eyes were red with blood, and he tore his shirt, causing two buttons to fall off.
"That's too barbaric. I'll do it." Jing Jiaren unbuttoned the remaining buttons and opened his shirt. She saw the wound on his abdomen that was like a centipede. It had scabbed over and was not much of a hindrance.
"Will it leave scars?"
"I am a man, and scars are also achievements." His eyes had completely changed color, and his whole body was filled with an extremely deep aura of lust, "Sit down."
He held her up with one hand, spread her slender legs, and sat on her.
Ximen Longting snorted dullly: "Take off your pants for me."