Jing Jiaren raised her eyebrows tightly. She should have expected it. How could Ximen Longting be so "obedient"?
Couldn't he wait even 2 days?
Jing Jiaren listened to the sound of water coming from the bathroom and wanted to ask clearly, but was afraid of angering Ximen Longting.
What if he doesn't admit it? What if he really didn't do it...
Instead, it irritates him. What if he doesn't agree to wait another week?
At night, nestled in Ximen Longting's arms, she couldn't sleep with a heavy heart.
Turned over.
A deep voice sounded above the head: "You're not sleeping yet, want to do some sweaty exercise?"
How could Jing Jiaren be in such a mood at this time, she closed her eyes and pretended to sleep.
"Jing Jiaren..."
He breathed gently into her ear, "Are you asleep?"
Jing Jiaren closed her eyes and breathed evenly.
Ximen Longting hugged her and pressed her into his hot arms, and then there was no movement.
Jing Jiaren froze, not daring to move for fear of waking him up...
Her mind was constantly racing with thoughts, and she was thinking of ways to deal with Xiaoyi.
Of course, she had really been thinking of ways these past two days, but in the end she felt it was useless.
…
When Jing Jiaren was in a state of panic, the hand on her abdomen was removed.
She felt him get up quietly and the big bed made a slight squeaking sound.
Jing Jiaren was shocked. He had been pretending to sleep? Was he waiting for her to fall asleep?
Ximen Longting picked up the bathrobe and put it on, glanced at Jing Jiaren who was curled up and sleeping, and turned to leave.
Listening to the door open and then close gently...
Jing Jiaren on the bed suddenly opened her eyes.
Could it be that these two nights, he would get up quietly in the middle of the night after she fell asleep?
Jing Jiaren's heart began to beat! She vaguely knew what Ximen Longting was going to do...
…
The cold and damp darkroom was guarded by bodyguards all the way, strictly prohibiting anyone from entering - including Jing Jiaren.
"Master." "Master..."
The bodyguards all bowed their heads.
The door with a strong fishy smell opened, and there was an iron bed in the dark room, with a wounded and beautiful boy lying on the bed.
The white shirt was torn and torn, and the long whip wounds were stained with dried blood...
Not only that, Leng Lintian's right eye was completely swollen, his hair was tangled, and the tips of his hair were dyed a coquettish red with blood.
He was lying on the bed with burns, burns, cuts... criss-crossing wounds on his arms.
Not at all humanoid.
In comparison, Xiao Yi was much better. As soon as Long Ting came in from Ximen, a pair of eyes with bloodthirsty hatred stared at him.
Ximen Longting smiled: "I never thought that if the cold and dignified young master fell into my hands one day, he would end up like this!"
Xiaoyi's lower jaw is dislocated - to prevent her from yelling.
At this time, a vague sound escaped from her throat.
Judging from the fierce look in her eyes, she was scolding him...
Ximen Longting walked to the center of the room, and a bodyguard immediately brought a chair and placed it behind him.
"Master, sit down."
He sat with his legs crossed coldly, leaning on the armrest of the chair with one elbow: "Do you know what fun we will play tonight?"
"Pop."
Ximen Longting clapped his hands twice.
Cold applause sounded in the dark basement——
A bodyguard walked to the iron bed and grabbed a certain mechanism. The unconscious Leng Lintian's limbs were suspended by the iron chains and slowly rose up.
Xiaoyi started struggling crazily, like a mad dog, ready to pounce on Ximen Longting at any moment.
However, it couldn't even touch the corner of his clothes.