But she can't give the dress he designed for her to other women and wear it!
She acted like she was stabbing him with a knife, drawing blood.
After drinking another glass of hot whiskey, he shook the ice cubes in the glass, and his eyes were filled with ice and snow.
Jing Jiaren bit her lower lip, stopped her back, and stood stubbornly stiff.
She didn't want to beg him, but in ten minutes, the RV would leave.
"Didn't you give me those dresses? Since they were given to me, I don't even have the most basic right to distribute them?"
"You didn't." He smiled coldly and bloodthirstyly.
"If not, what did you give me as a gift!?"
"You only have the right to accept or reject." His voice was full of domineering self-control - she could only choose to accept or reject his intentions for her, and could not transfer them to a third person!
Jing Jiaren glared at him angrily: "You are so unreasonable."
"I've always been like this, and you just found out today?"
He killed Shang Yanxuan, but she didn't even ask him to settle the score. But she just gave away a skirt, and he became furious.
This kind of man is really scary and stingy.
Jing Jiaren was so angry that she turned around and was about to leave. The sound of a car horn sounded outside, seeming to remind her that the car was about to leave.
Jing Jiaren's figure stopped in front of the door and clenched her fists hard: "What do you want? Can't I compensate you?"
"How to compensate?"
"How do you want me to compensate?"
Jing Jiaren turned around and stared at him coldly. Wasn't it just asking her to lower her status, beg him, and embarrass herself in front of him? Or accept his insult to her?
Holding the wine glass, Ximen Longting stood up suddenly and walked towards her.
The tall, cold figure had the light behind him, and the shadow fell on her, making his face against the light even more sinister and profound.
One hand pressed on the door panel behind her, and Gao Jun leaned down——
Jing Jiaren closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, preparing to be frivolous.
"Birthday gift." The alcohol-smelling breath blew into her ears.
Jing Jiaren thought she heard wrongly.
"November 11th, my birthday."
Today is October 15th, and their birthdays are only a few days apart.
Jing Jiaren thought he was joking. When she opened her eyes, she saw his serious and deep red eyes. He didn't look like he was joking at all.
Jing Jiaren asked confirmingly: "You mean, as long as I give you a birthday gift on your birthday, today's matter will be forgotten?"
"good."
"What birthday gift do you... want?" Is there anything in this world that he can't afford?
Ximen Longting stared at her knowingly: "As long as it's made by your own hands, it's fine."
Made by hand?
Jing Jiaren didn't understand: "What do you want me to do for you? The things I make are definitely not valuable."
"Unique means priceless." He raised his eyebrows, "Things that can be bought in the market are worthless."
What a strange man...
Jing Jiaren's throat was choked, and she didn't know what to say back.
"How?" He was still waiting for her answer. The cold voice actually contained great expectations.
Jing Jiaren didn't hear it, but nodded: "Yes, I agree."
"Sure?"
"I'm sure!"
Ximen Longting curled his lips and smiled, and all the gloom on his face suddenly dissipated. The cold breath also melted, becoming extremely warm and soft.
The fiery kiss covered her up forcefully, and he kissed her hard.
The strong smell of alcohol made Jing Jiaren frown——