Ximen Longting pressed her lips: "I will let the entire Leng family bury you with you!"
"What I want is not revenge... Besides, this matter has nothing to do with Leng Lintian."
"Protect him again." Ximen Longting became uneasy whenever he mentioned the two Leng brothers.
Jing Jiaren's fingers gently touched his chest.
"who is she?"
"Are you jealous?" Ximen Longting grabbed her hand.
"No."
"Really?" He darkened his eyes, and his heart ached when he thought of her coldness, "Then why do you care about her?"
"She looks a lot like me...cough cough cough," Jing Jiaren was still coughing, "so I'm curious."
"Are you just curious? Jing Jiaren, you are a master liar!"
"I... where did I lie again."
"You don't mind if I sleep with a woman other than you?"
Went to bed and finally brought up this sensitive issue.
If Jing Jiaren didn't care, why would she run to the downtown area in despair and cry like that?
She cares very much, she hopes Ximen Longting is hers alone...
When she thought of him being taken away by another woman, she felt happy for him, but her heart felt like being thrown into an ice cave, shattered into ice shards.
"Jing Jiaren, I want to listen to your heart!"
"I... don't have the right to care." Jing Jiaren simply stopped hiding it, and there was a strong sour taste in her voice.
Ximen Longting stroked her hair: "Just because you're not qualified doesn't mean you don't care?"
Under his expectant gaze, Jing Jiaren nodded.
"I can't stand it...if you sleep with another woman, I will feel very uncomfortable."
"How uncomfortable is it?"
Jing Jiaren pursed her pale lips and said nothing.
Ximen Longting's fingers stroked her hair and he whispered: "If I really went to bed with her..."
Jing Jiaren's whole body froze, and she looked at him with blank eyes, and there was no concealment of pain in her expression.
Ximen Longting's heart was stung.
He thought seeing her in pain would make him feel better——
But he didn't expect that it would hurt him so much if she made her even the slightest bit sad.
Jing Jiaren breathed heavily: "It doesn't matter... I know... I brought it on myself... I have no right to ask you... to do it for me... you... it really doesn't matter..."
She began to speak incoherently.
Ximen Longting hugged her tighter, kissed the hair on the top of her head, and coaxed: "My fault."
"..."
"I shouldn't have come to test you at this time."
"..."
"How could I lay hands on other women?" He said in a low, magnetic voice, "I am yours. Jing Jiaren, from body to heart, I am completely yours."
"You don't have...?"
"No." He grabbed her hand and put it against his hot chest.
"What about these hickeys?"
"Drunk and angry." He comforted her with a kiss, "Only kissing, no overstepping actions."
Jing Jiaren's eyes were filled with sadness. So, there were still kisses and touches, but not to that point?
"You can just kiss and touch other women casually because you are angry...?" Jing Jiaren said, "You don't have to go to bed to be considered a transgression. You have done everything except the last step... To you, doesn't intimacy count?
What?"
This was the first time she had questioned him so righteously.
Ximen Longting stared at her with a stern expression for a while, then held her chin and looked at her carefully: "Are you Jing Jiaren?"