The two of them were lying face to face on the king size bed, dripping with sweat.
Jing Jiaren was obviously bored and stroked his face with her fingers, memorizing his outline deeply.
She never remembered his size and wanted to wear a sweater for him...
Her fingers measured on his broad shoulders, on his arms, on his chest...
Remember him, remember everything about this man.
Jing Jiaren's heart ached and her lips turned slightly white, but she wouldn't let him see anything strange about her.
How she wanted to have him like this forever.
Her hands touched the rose tattoos on his chest and moved over the scars on his abdomen.
Ximen Longting suddenly grabbed her hand and said in a hoarse voice: "Didn't I give you enough just now?"
"I..." Jing Jiaren's voice was also hoarse, "I just want to remember you."
"Ha," he chuckled, "you don't have amnesia. I let you look at me every day, can you still forget me?"
"nothing."
"Jing Jiaren, you are not paying attention today."
"how?"
"When I loved you, you didn't look into my eyes." He stared at her sharply, "What are you thinking!?"
As soon as Jing Jiaren saw his eyes, she thought that his illness was about to be cured. When she thought that his illness was about to be cured, it meant their separation...
How could her heart not hurt?!
She was happy that his condition was being treated, but also fearful of the upcoming separation. Her mood was extremely contradictory and complicated.
Ximen Longting also noticed something was wrong with her and was about to investigate carefully——
I remembered a hungry growl from my stomach.
Jing Jiaren opened her eyes wide: "Your stomach is growling, you are hungry."
Ximen Longting: "..." It's really not the right time to be hungry.
"I just drank some soup today, why don't you go down and eat something?"
Ximen Longting stroked her sweaty hair: "Seeing you, do you know what I want to eat?"
"What?"
"Xiao Long Bao." His hands climbed up her plumpness evilly.
"Stop it, you've eaten so much and you're not tired of it?" Jing Jiaren took off his hand, "Then when I see you, do you know what I want to eat?"
"explain."
Jing Jiaren held his face: "Pig head meat..."
Ximen Longting's handsome face darkened instantly: "Damn woman, are you getting bolder and bolder now?"
In the morning, it was a metaphor that he was a pig, and now (when he was talking to the scorpion), he is now a metaphor for a pig's head.
He came closer, preparing to punish her with practical actions again.
Jing Jiaren raised her hands begging for mercy: "You're hungry, it's time to eat. And I really want to eat pig head meat, preferably braised..."
"Jing Jiaren, how dare you be so arrogant!"
"What do you want to do..."
The quilt shook, covering the two of them, and Ximen Longting hugged her evilly, planning to do evil again.
Jing Jiaren shouted in a muffled voice: "If you don't let me go, I'm going to fart."
"Jing Jiaren, how dare you!"
"Put a big stinky fart~~~"
At this moment, there was a knock on the door in a very disrespectful manner, and it was Wilson: "Miss Jing, we have spent a lot of money to invite the country couple you are looking for, and they are waiting in the living room downstairs now."
Jing Jiaren responded and got out of the quilt: "Okay, we'll come down right away."
Ximen Longting pulled her back into bed, still playing with "baozi".