Jing Jiaren saw her go out, but was not sure if she had left the bedroom.
He whispered: "If you do this, wouldn't you be directly provoking Mr. Ximen?"
"You don't like it?"
"You didn't think about the consequences."
"Consequences?" Ximen Longting sneered coldly, "No consequences are as important as your mood!"
In the past, he thought too much about the consequences... He looked forward and backward, and ended up wronging her.
"Ximen Longting..."
"You are my woman, and I will never let you suffer any injustice again." His eyes dimmed, he picked up the bath ball with his big hand, and took over Ji Zihan's job to help her bathe.
Jing Jiaren leaned in his arms, honestly feeling warm in her heart.
The feeling of having his waist supported like this is very comfortable and happy...
"But, if Mr. Ximen..."
"Shh," he interrupted her, "don't think nonsense, I will be there if the sky falls. Any worries should not be your thoughts."
Jing Jiaren thought for a while, okay, that's it. What should be done has been done, and now it's too late to think about the consequences.
Ximen Longting cleaned her very gently.
She leaned on his shoulder, inserted her fingers into his short hair, and kissed his forehead.
Her fingers touched the wound in his hair, and she asked distressedly: "Does it still hurt?"
He leaned against her ear: "Give me a few more times and it will get better faster."
"rogue……"
"Kiss me again."
Jing Jiaren kissed his forehead and eyes.
He smiled lightly, and the texture at the corners of his eyes wrinkled slightly. He was really handsome and good-looking, and she would never get tired of seeing him.
He washed and started to massage her.
His slender hands pressed against her neck and shoulders. His techniques had become much more skillful than three years ago.
He asked her to lie on the edge of the bathtub, and his strong hands moved the veins of her back.
Jing Jiaren was slightly surprised: "When did you learn massage?"
"I've learned a lot..."
"Like cooking?"
"There are more." Ximen Longting said in a mellow voice.
Jing Jiaren kowtowed, this king who ruled the world had really changed a lot by putting down his pride for her.
Three years later, he became more perfect, making her find it difficult to match him.
"Be gentle..." Her body moved slightly, "Be professional!"
Halfway through the massage, this man's hand went around her plump body and he couldn't put it down, rubbing it.
"It's also a massage, promoting blood circulation."
"Ximen Longting, are you a breeding pig?" She couldn't help teasing, "How many times have you wanted it since last night?"
"No amount of times is enough."
"No," Jing Jiaren pushed his face away, "I'm very tired..."
A little farewell is better than a wedding.
What's more, they were separated for such a long time...
If she had to fill in all the gaps in the past four years, Jing Jiaren would definitely be paralyzed from the lower half of her body!
Ji Zihan stood by the window, imagining Ximen Longting's gaze on Jing Jiaren.
If [Jing Jiaren] hadn't died, she almost thought...
When will he look at her like that and notice her?
There was a sound of laughter coming from the bathroom. Ximen Longting and Jing Jiaren were talking about something, but it was vague and could not be heard clearly.
But anyone could hear the doting in Ximen Longting's voice.
The way he spoke in a low and gentle manner would make even the ice sculpture melt...
Soon after, the teasing voice became ambiguous.
Then came the familiar moaning and the sound of water waves colliding.
Ji Zihan was like a thousand arrows piercing his heart, and his eyes gradually became darker.