The hatred in Ximen Longting's heart was accumulated day by day. How much he hated Ximen Fenglie, how frustrated he was now that he lost the battle.
"Let me see your face." Jing Jiaren pinched his chin.
Ximen Long Ting opened fiercely.
Jing Jiaren pinched it again: "Let me take a closer look."
Ximen Longting said again: "You should always care about me last. It's too late now!"
"Why are you like this? I really care about you." Jing Jiaren pinched his chin again, but he pushed it away again.
Jing Jiaren punched him in the chest: "Don't make trouble! Don't refuse my care!"
Ximen Longting's face darkened, he gasped for air, and his body subconsciously dodged.
Jing Jiaren was slightly surprised and suddenly unbuttoned his clothes.
Usually the two buttons on his collar are unbuttoned, and he likes to leave them slightly open, exposing his strong chest to look sexy...
But today, I dunked it to the top.
Jing Jiaren, are you a pig? Only now do you realize something is wrong.
Ximen Longting pinched her wrist: "Don't you mean you're not in the mood? You can't wait now?"
"I don't have time to joke with you, let me see..." Jing Jiaren tore off his clothes in desperation.
Most of Ximen Longting's body was wrapped in bandages, which showed that his injuries were serious.
Jing Jiaren's eyes flashed with shock, she stared at him closely and asked:
"Why is the left hand wearing a glove?"
When he brought her back, he used his left hand very strangely.
She suddenly remembered Leng Lintian's metal hand: "Aren't you...like Leng Lintian?"
Ximen Longting looked at her with raised lips: "This is fair, let me compensate him."
Jing Jiaren's eyes trembled and tears were about to overflow...
"I lied to you. If you dare to cry, just try it!"
"Then take off your gloves..."
Ximen Longting took off his gloves and wrapped his hand in a bandage, connecting his arm to his shoulder.
He wore gloves to cover the wound...
Jing Jiaren held his bandaged hand, checked it back and forth, and pinched it carefully. Seeing Ximen Longting inhale in pain, she felt relieved.
"If it hurts, it means you can feel it. Then the hand is fine. How could it be hurt like this?"
Ximen Longting stared at her knowingly: "Any happiness requires a price..."
What a heavy price, they all narrowly escaped death!
"Jing Jiaren, from now on I have you. Even if one of my arms is really removed in exchange for temporary happiness, I will be willing to do so."
Temporary happiness...
His big hand was still in hers, but she didn't even dare to hold it tightly.
Because of this happiness, he was scarred, and she felt really distressed.
At the same time, she also understood the meaning of Ximen Longting’s words and why the failure of this battle made him so regretful——
Once Master Ximen is alive, he is an enemy.
After such an impact from Ximen Longting, he must be more vigilant and more difficult to deal with. He will not let them go easily and will search for their whereabouts everywhere...
They can only avoid Master Ximen's sight and live in isolation.
The point is, Jing Jiaren's body is still poisoned and she needs antibiotics to maintain her life.
Jian Chenche said at the beginning that antibiotics could only give her one year.
Five months have passed and she still only has more than half a year left.
She can't hide forever!
Jing Jiaren's hand gently stroked the plaid pattern of the bandage: "Are we going to that island now?"