You can't put a band-aid on it, as the medicine will be eaten...
Ximen Longting took his hand away, and blood began to leak out from the place where he had just been pressed.
Ximen Longting leaned forward and gently licked the tip of his warm tongue: "Saliva is the best healing medicine!"
Jing Jiaren's heart was shocked.
She just woke up and found that she was here again to help Ximen Longting make lunch. But this time she woke up and saw Ximen Longting.
She knows that the people she imagines in her waking state have entities...
"You...are you Leng Aofeng?" Jing Jiaren said uncertainly, "Who are you?"
"Your husband!"
"..."
Jing Jiaren lowered her gaze and looked at his fingers. There was a white crescent moon on her ring finger.
Jing Jiaren's heart trembled, and she stretched out her hand in disbelief, stroking his ring finger back and forth...
Tears flowed down loudly.
The tip of her nose was sore, and she covered her lips with her other hand. She stared at Ximen Longting in disbelief, and kept twitching her shoulders.
"Stupid woman, why are you crying all of a sudden!" Ximen Longting was so anxious that he didn't know what to do.
Look at her just crying and stroking his fingers...
Only then did he realize that the ring on it was missing!
"I took off the ring and didn't throw it away." He held her hand instead, "Even if we are separated, I will not throw away what belongs to you!"
"..."
"I can put it back on anytime—"
Jing Jiaren shook her head, her throat got stuck twice and she couldn't make a sound.
She wasn't crying because she threw away the ring, it was because...
To tell whether it is an illusion or not, just look at his hands.
His fingers told her that this was not her imagination - in her imagination, everything would be 100% perfect.
"Ximen Longting, it's you," she was both happy and sad at the same time, "Is it you?"
"Stop crying," he didn't know how to comfort him, wiping her tears with his rough fingers, "If you cry again, your eyes will become swollen..."
"I thought you would never forgive me again." Jing Jiaren pursed her lower lip, feeling aggrieved like a child.
Ximen Longting's eyes were filled with moisture.
"I thought I would only be able to see you in illusions in this life."
Ximen Longting held her head and pressed her hard into his arms.
He didn't say anything, his tight hug meant everything...
Jing Jiaren's face was buried in his chest and abdomen, and his shirt was wet with tears.
Jing Jiaren tugged on his sleeve and held on tightly, fearing that he would disappear if she let go.
"Ximen Longting, I can explain that Jian Chenche is my biological brother... I came to the UK to help him compete... I, I really wanted to be successful in design at that time, I shouldn't have such selfish motives
, I shouldn’t have left you..."
"That's enough. Your lip is hurt and you still talk so much."
"Let me tell you," Jing Jiaren said impatiently, "the antibiotics were prepared by Jian Chenche, and he didn't let me inform you. I thought about it later, and the letter I wrote to you was too vague, so I lied
You, I tricked you into going to France... Ximen Longting, I actually know your personality and know that you will be more worried if you wait blindly, so I want you to go to France to search and distract your anxiety..."
He silently wiped away the tears she had shed, and new tears fell.
"I'm so bad. I knew clearly that you would be anxious and worried... but still... left... and I kept making excuses for myself!"
Ximen Longting's palms were so hot that they touched her face.