"I don't dare to be arrogant..." Jing Jiaren smiled bitterly, "I don't have the capital to be arrogant... I know you are doing it for my own good, and I threatened you regardless of your mood, but the situation was urgent and I couldn't think of a better way.
"
Ximen Longting's face was still cold.
"If you're so angry, then hit me." Jing Jiaren stopped in front of him, "Just hit me and you'll vent your anger?"
Ximen Longting coldly took off his boxing gloves and turned around to leave the stands.
Jing Jiaren stopped in front of him again: "If you don't vent your anger on me, I won't let you go down."
"Are you sick?!"
"Unless you're not angry with me anymore."
Ximen Longting turned around and exited the stands from one side. She suddenly rushed over from behind and hugged his waist tightly.
The two boxing gloves on her hands couldn't be closed at all, so he quickly opened them.
She threw off her gloves and hugged him again, as if a snake was entangled with a stick.
Ximen Longting's heart moved: "Jing Jiaren! Don't force me to beat you!"
"Then try beating me up!"
"Go away!"
After all, Ximen Longting was very strong, so he forcefully opened her hand and pushed her back. Jing Jiaren took a few steps back and fell to the stand, and then there was no movement.
Ximen Longting got off the stand and walked a few steps, but there was no movement behind him.
His steps felt like they were stuck and he couldn't move.
Finally, I turned around and saw the motionless woman lying on the stand...
A sharp sigh of frustration sounded in his heart.
He turned back to the stand and squatted in front of her.
"Jing Jiaren, wake up..."
"..."
"Don't pretend to be dead for me!"
"..."
"Jing Jiaren? Jing Jiaren—beautiful lady?"
The icy expression on Ximen Longting's face collapsed little by little, and he grabbed her chin violently, looking at him eagerly. The next second, he frowned tightly, and was about to pick her up and go to the doctor.
Jing Jiaren suddenly opened her eyes, put her arms around his neck, and threw herself into his arms.
Ximen Longting's tall figure suddenly froze.
"Let go..."
"Don't let me go." Jing Jiaren held her hands tightly, "I know you can't let me go. You were worried about me just now."
"Let go!"
Jing Jiaren's hand was forcefully opened by him. His hand was so strong that Jing Jiaren frowned in pain: "You hurt me."
Finally, he forcefully opened her hand.
Jing Jiaren's hand bones cracked, and the back of her hand turned red.
"My hands are all red..."
"..."
Ximen Longting was silent for a moment, then took her hand and looked at it. The back of her hand was indeed red, and there was a red mark drawn by the edge of his ring...
He picked her up horizontally.
Jing Jiaren stretched out her hand to pinch his face and rubbed it: "Are you still angry?"
Ximen Longting pursed his lips softly and didn't look at her at all. No matter how she rubbed him or teased him with her hands, he ignored her.
When he arrived in the living room, he put her on the sofa, took out the medicinal oil and wiped her.
"It actually doesn't hurt...no need to apply any medicine."
"Don't move!"
"Are you finally not angry anymore?" Jing Jiaren narrowed her eyes slightly, "Then can we have a good talk?"
"..."
"Ximen Longting, the darkroom is very humid. The doctor said that Leng Lintian's condition is very bad. If he continues to stay in the darkroom, his wounds will be invaded and infected by germs, which will put his life in great danger. Please change his room.
, okay?" Jing Jiaren said with a low eyebrow.
During this process, she felt that the airflow around her body was wrong and it was getting colder and colder.