Ximen Longting's tall figure swayed slightly, and his eyes flashed with unbelievable anger!
The light in her eyes severely burned Jing Jiaren...
She frowned slightly, thinking that this was true.
But the more realistic the fantasy, the easier it is for her to become addicted and unable to extricate herself.
Three years ago, she felt heartbreakingly...
Jing Jiaren, you can’t hesitate any longer.
She got out of bed immediately, but because she was too anxious, she tripped over the sheets and rolled her whole body out of the bed, landing on the thick wool carpet.
Fortunately, the carpet is soft enough...
Her pregnant body looked a little bulky, and she bit her lower lip angrily.
Holding her shoulder with one hand: "Are you a pig? You can't walk well."
"..."
Ximen Longting hated himself, he couldn't bear to see her fall or get hurt...
I was afraid that she would have the slightest surprise.
Even if this woman just said hurtful words to him...
He looked her up and down:
"Is everything okay? If you fall to death, let me see what you will do!?"
The voice of concern rang in her ears, the man's rich voice.
He was almost close to her, bent over, and his shadow covered him...
The heat and breath coming from his body were so real that it made her heart tremble.
She almost lost her temper and threw herself into his arms.
But Jing Jiaren restrained herself, raised the dagger, and stabbed him on the shoulder——
Who would have thought that Ximen Longting's body moved slightly, and the dagger that originally stabbed his shoulder hit his chest heavily.
Blood immediately flowed out, and Ximen Longting stared at her deeply with a pair of red eyes.
Hearing that she was sick, he immediately wanted to see her, but he could never find the chance.
Leng Aofeng and Jian Chenche are not here today. The studio is too busy, so they stay overnight to process...
Ximen Longting would sneak here quietly in the middle of the night so as not to disturb anyone.
He didn't go through the main entrance, but climbed up from the window...
Unfortunately, as soon as he entered the room, Jing Jiaren woke up.
Her first words were to leave him alone.
And the moment he approached her, she actually stabbed him with a knife...
Ximen Longting couldn't feel the pain of the wound at all, he only felt as if his heart had been torn open by her hands.
His body slumped, and there was a burst of endless darkness.
His hands were like iron pliers, gripping her shoulders fiercely. He stared at her with lowered eyes: "You asked me to wait, are you giving me an impossible wait?"
"..."
"Jing Jiaren, do you want me to wait until all my willpower is exhausted? You made me trust you! This is how you repay my trust?!"
Ximen Longting knelt on one knee on the carpet, and the blood flowed along his clothes, fell on the carpet and spread out.
Jing Jiaren looked at the bloody knife, and the blood in her hand was warm.
She was covered in sweat and shook her head in panic...
No, Ximen Longting should disappear with just one stab.
But today, he was still in front of her.
"Ximen Longting, tell me... this is not true?" Jing Jiaren looked at him with a low breath, "Isn't it you I saw?"
Ximen Longting grinned at the corner of his pale mouth and pinched her chin: "Then who is the person you want to see?"
"..."
"Leng Aofeng? Or Jian Chenche?" His voice was calm, "It's a pity that they are not here tonight."
"..."
"They weren't here, so I came...are you disappointed?"
Jing Jiaren pressed her head with one hand, trying to wake herself up.