Jing Jiaren didn't want to go in, so he held her between his legs and let her go in without any conditions for escape.
Standing in front of the toilet, Young Master Ximen stood still coldly: "Take off your pants."
Damn it, just now she thought he was recovering from a serious illness and had no strength to take care of himself. At his request, she helped him put on his pants with her own hands.
But now it seems that he has clearly regained his energy and does not need her to take care of him.
Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows coldly: "Take off your pants."
Stupid woman, this is her punishment for not caring about his condition!
Jing Jiaren bit her lower lip: "You have hands and feet, don't you know how to take them off?"
"I want you to take it off."
"If I don't take off my clothes, will you never go to the toilet for the rest of your life?" Jing Jiaren laughed at him sarcastically. It wasn't her physiological needs, and it wasn't her who couldn't help it anyway. If he wanted to be stubborn with him, she could compare him to him.
How long can the stalemate last?
Ximen Longting's face darkened: "It doesn't matter, you can help me change my pants if I peed on them."
"What if I don't change?!" Anyway, she wasn't the one wearing wet pants.
She didn't expect this man to threaten her with such childish words!
Ximen Longting smiled and continued to threaten: "That's right, then I'll pee on you."
As he said that, he held her in his arms and brought her to him——
Jing Jiaren was really afraid of him: "I'll help you take it off!"
"..."
"Don't mess around, I'll help you take it off." Gritting his teeth, he yanked down hard and unzipped his pants.
Ximen Longting curled his lips wickedly: "Take it out."
"You - don't be too pushy."
"Really?"
Jing Jiaren tried her best to endure it, closed her eyes, and took it out. Ximen Longting turned around and faced the toilet...
After it was over, Jing Jiaren took a wet paper towel to help him clean up at his command, pulled up his pants, and then rushed to the sink to wash his hands!
Ximen Longting casually hung the medicine bottle on the shelf and stretched out his hand: "Now, let's practice wiping our hands."
Jing Jiaren was not angry and took a wet towel and wiped his hands randomly.
Ximen Longting asked interestingly: "Is that dirty stuff?"
"It's extremely dirty. There is nothing dirtier than it in the world!" Jing Jiaren scolded, "Have you had enough? Since you can take care of yourself, why do you have to make it difficult for me?"
"practise."
"?"
"If I get sick next time, or something more serious..." He put his big hands into her hair, "you can take care of me easily."
What logic is this.
Jing Jiaren scolded: "Nervous, if you get sick, you must have high-level nursing care."
"Do I have to be taken care of by you?"
Jing Jiaren was too lazy to argue with him: "Don't worry, you are so healthy now. When you get seriously ill, you will be at least seventy or eighty years old." By that time, she was no longer with him.
Ximen Longting seemed to see through her thoughts and said leisurely: "At that time, I needed your care even more."
Jing Jiaren was startled. What he meant was that they would still be together when they were seventy or eighty years old?
Does that mean she will have to endure his abuse for decades? No! If she is so angry with him every day, her life will definitely be short.
Ximen Longting put his arm on her shoulders: "Help me back to bed."
…
Next, this bastard said that in order for her to adapt to old age in the future and practice her ability to take care of him in advance, he not only asked her to bring him tea and medicine, but also asked her to massage his numb limbs and feed him!