Jing Jiaren looked at his strong body that was pressing down...
She smiled vaguely, and couldn't help but stroke the rose scar on his chest with her fingers.
"Can't this scar be removed? Will it always be there?"
Ximen Longting responded dullly: "Just like you, I've always been here!"
In his heart...
Jing Jiaren's fingers were trembling, and her legs were pushed open by him and wrapped around his strong waist.
He pressed against her intimately again...
The sultry smell, the bathroom was as hot as a big steamer.
She was kissed by him and asked in a daze: "Didn't you just have it?"
"Do you think this kind of opportunity comes every day?" He whispered.
Every day I want to find out the kid who caused trouble.
Jing Jia tacitly understood, how could the baby be so good tonight? Is he really a genius and knows everything?
That night, Jing Jiaren dreamed of the baby. He had a pair of red eyes, a childish face and exquisite and deep features. He was a complete replica of Ximen Longting.
The little guy stood in the bathtub, with his butt naked, holding a towel and rubbing it up and down and around.
He also played very HIGH by himself, and the bubbles became crystal clear and flew everywhere.
Suddenly he raised his arrogant chin, stared at me, and said something.
Like calling "Mommy"?
Are you calling her...
Jing Jiaren couldn't hear the sound, but it seemed like a lens was stretching and widening.
The little tsundere was sitting in a bathtub full of white bubbles, staring with a pair of fiery red eyes, like a little dinosaur that could spit fire at any time.
Look at the small bath towel hanging on his shoulders.
It's really interesting to see such a young child taking a bath by himself.
Jing Jiaren couldn't help but laugh, and she woke up with this smile.
What comes into view is the enlarged version, the face of Ximen Longting with his eyes closed is exquisite.
Jing Jiaren looked at his messy hair. He had gone to bed without blowing it after washing it last night, as if he had just surfed the waves.
Ximen Longting's original hair color was golden chestnut, and after washing it, it had aristocratic curls.
The little baby in the dream is exactly the same as Ximen Longting except that his hair is longer, curly, hair color, facial features, and domineering temperament.
She sighed and reached out to touch Ximen Longting's sleeping face...
How great would it be if this baby was theirs?
Jing Jiaren got out of bed softly. Her body was sore and tired, but she was very energetic.
This is the last day.
Downstairs, Wilson seemed to have been up all night, sitting straight on the sofa.
As soon as he saw Jing Jiaren coming downstairs, he immediately stood up and walked over cautiously: "Miss Jing..."
Jing Jiaren looked around. It was still early. The servants were watering the flowers and cutting the grass in the yard: "When do you leave?"
"At 3 o'clock this afternoon, your air ticket and passport are all arranged."
"After I leave, Ximen Longting..."
"Master has already made plans regarding the young master's affairs. Miss Jing can just take care of her own safety."
Jing Jiaren looked at the time, 5:56 in the morning.
She was suddenly grateful that she didn't snooze, otherwise she would have slept until 12 o'clock and wouldn't even have time to say goodbye to Ximen Longting.
"Miss Jing, why don't you ask where your destination is?" Wilson asked belatedly.
"I don't care, I don't care." She said calmly, "It's still early, I'll go make him breakfast."
Wherever Ximen Longting is not there, there is hell...
So what if she knows, can she change the status quo?
Wilson's lips moved, but he hesitated to speak as he looked at her leaving figure. This time, it was difficult to tell whether he was alive or dead.