At night, the sky is as thick as a splash-ink painting, and the stars are twinkling.
The fountain by the Swan Lake began to spray water, and the beautiful spray columns melted into the lake. The castle reflected on the lake trembled gently, as if there was another illusory world.
After drinking and eating, Jing Jiaren was dragged out by the devil to blow the night wind.
The starry sky was endless, and she felt sleepy as she looked at it.
"...Woman, I'm asking you something."
No one answered Ximen Longting's words. When he turned his head, he realized that the little woman was asleep.
He couldn't help but put on a smile, and was about to lean in. He couldn't help but kiss her pink lips——
"No...don't come..."
She suddenly frowned and shook her head in a nightmare.
Have a nightmare?
Ximen Longting was about to wake her up, and then he spit out four words from her lips: "Ximen Longting..."
Is he there in the dream? Ximen Longting's movements stopped, and a burst of joy exploded in his heart. As the saying goes, you think about him every day and dream at night. She would dream about him, it must be because she misses him.
"If you come here again, I will kill you!"
The next sentence brought President Ximen's joy to the bottom again.
Jing Jiaren suddenly waved her hands, as if she were holding a dagger, her body trembled, and she said something softly.
Suddenly she started begging: "Let me go..."
In the dream her assassination attempt apparently failed.
Ximen Longting's chest suffocated, but at that moment, the dagger of nothingness in the air seemed to have really pierced his heart.
The assassination attempt failed in the dream, but in reality it was a very successful one!
"Let me go...or I'll die..."
The word "death" is particularly desolate in the night wind.
Ximen Longting's face was as cold as ice, and he grabbed her shoulders with both hands, trying to shake her awake.
Why does he only appear in nightmares? She hates him so much that she wants to kill him in her dreams?
She can't kill him, so she wants to commit suicide? She dares! She is not allowed to die without his permission!
Ximen Longting's hands were like pliers, and his pupils were so red that they were about to bleed. Jing Jiaren groaned in pain and slowly woke up.
What faced him was his frosty face.
"What are you doing? Let go, it hurts..."
"Did you have a nightmare?"
"It seems so."
"What did you dream about?"
"I don't remember." Jing Jiaren really didn't remember. She only knew that she had a very terrible nightmare.
Ximen Longting was about to press the question when Wilson came over in a hurry with an anxious look on his face: "Young Master."
"What's up?"
Wilson switched to French and said something. Ximen Longting's face darkened and he suddenly stood up.
The tall figure took a few steps forward, turned back suddenly, and stared at Jing Jiaren coldly: "When I'm not here, you'd better stay in the manor and don't play any tricks."
Jing Jiaren asked: "How long will it take you to leave?"
"Maybe I'll come back tomorrow, maybe it will take a few days - what, do you want me to be gone for a long time?"
"..."
"Do you hope that once I leave, I will never come back?"
Of course Jing Jiaren hopes so.
"If you give up on this, this wish will never come true!" Putting aside his cold words, Ximen Longting strode forward. The private helicopter had already parked in front of the manor and was waiting.
Jing Jiaren saw the master and servant walking around while lecturing in French. Ximen Longting's side face was indescribably gloomy and solemn. It must be a very serious matter, otherwise he would not leave on the night of her birthday.#####
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At night, the sky is as thick as a splash-ink painting, and the stars are twinkling.
The fountain by the Swan Lake began to spray water, and the beautiful spray columns melted into the lake. The castle reflected on the lake trembled gently, as if there was another illusory world.
After drinking and eating, Jing Jiaren was dragged out by the devil to blow the night wind.
The starry sky was endless, and she felt sleepy as she looked at it.
"...Woman, I'm asking you something."
No one answered Ximen Longting's words. When he turned his head, he realized that the little woman was asleep.
He couldn't help but put on a smile, and was about to lean in. He couldn't help but kiss her pink lips——
"No...don't come..."
She suddenly frowned and shook her head in a nightmare.
Have a nightmare?
Ximen Longting was about to wake her up, and then he spit out four words from her lips: "Ximen Longting..."
Is he there in the dream? Ximen Longting's movements stopped, and a burst of joy exploded in his heart. As the saying goes, you think about him every day and dream at night. She would dream about him, it must be because she misses him.
"If you come here again, I will kill you!"
The next sentence brought President Ximen's joy to the bottom again.
Jing Jiaren suddenly waved her hands, as if she were holding a dagger, her body trembled, and she said something softly.
Suddenly she started begging: "Let me go..."
In the dream her assassination attempt apparently failed.
Ximen Longting's chest suffocated, but at that moment, the dagger of nothingness in the air seemed to have really pierced his heart.
The assassination attempt failed in the dream, but in reality it was a very successful one!
"Let me go...or I'll die..."
The word "death" is particularly desolate in the night wind.
Ximen Longting's face was as cold as ice, and he grabbed her shoulders with both hands, trying to shake her awake.
Why does he only appear in nightmares? She hates him so much that she wants to kill him in her dreams?
She can't kill him, so she wants to commit suicide? She dares! She is not allowed to die without his permission!
Ximen Longting's hands were like pliers, and his pupils were so red that they were about to bleed. Jing Jiaren groaned in pain and slowly woke up.
What faced him was his frosty face.
"What are you doing? Let go, it hurts..."
"Did you have a nightmare?"
"It seems so."
"What did you dream about?"
"I don't remember." Jing Jiaren really didn't remember. She only knew that she had a very terrible nightmare.
Ximen Longting was about to press the question when Wilson came over in a hurry with an anxious look on his face: "Young Master."
"What's up?"
Wilson switched to French and said something. Ximen Longting's face darkened and he suddenly stood up.
The tall figure took a few steps forward, turned back suddenly, and stared at Jing Jiaren coldly: "When I'm not here, you'd better stay in the manor and don't play any tricks."
Jing Jiaren asked: "How long will it take you to leave?"
"Maybe I'll come back tomorrow, maybe it will take a few days - what, do you want me to be gone for a long time?"
"..."
"Do you hope that once I leave, I will never come back?"
Of course Jing Jiaren hopes so.
"If you give up on this, this wish will never come true!" Putting aside his cold words, Ximen Longting strode forward. The private helicopter had already parked in front of the manor and was waiting.
Jing Jiaren saw the master and the servant walking around while speaking French. Ximen Longting's side face looked indescribably gloomy and solemn. It must have been a very serious matter, otherwise he would not have left on the night of her birthday.