Until night, Ximen Longting also locked himself in the study and refused to come out.
Jing Jiaren went to knock on the door in person, but she didn't even give him any face...
"Ximen Longting, if you don't open the door, will I have someone break in?"
Jing Jiaren's cold eyes threatened.
Finally I heard footsteps inside, and it was Wilson who opened the door.
He quickly unlocked the door and came out: "Miss Jing, you'd better give the young master some space and let him calm down."
She was obviously the one who got sick, so why did Ximen Longting still...
"How long does it take for him to calm down? What's going on with me? I can't tell you?"
Wilson shook his head: "Even if I tell you, what's the use."
What's the meaning?
"If you say it, you haven't said it yet."
"Are you telling me that I can't help?"
"No..." Wilson sighed, with a complicated and weird look on his face, "Miss Jing will know better tomorrow."
It's mysterious. The more this happens, the more uneasy Jing Jiaren becomes. She feels like she's waiting for Ling Chi to execute her, so it would be more satisfying to cut her off with a knife.
Jing Jiaren knocked on the door again. She had finished saying everything, but there was dead silence inside.
The more Jing Jiaren thought about it, the more she became uneasy. She asked the servant to get the key to open the door, but found that it was locked from the inside and could not be opened at all.
…
The study room was filled with a heavy smell of alcohol.
There was no light on, only the computer's fluorescent light was on, and a silent figure was trapped in the darkness, with only one side of his face highlighted by the light.
Jing Jiaren jumped off the terrace and broke a flower pot.
There was some mud on her skirt and she patted it.
After giving birth to a child, I feel more relaxed and my hands are lighter.
Jing Jiaren tried pushing the door, but it didn't lock, so she pushed it open carefully...
Suddenly her wrist was grabbed and twisted hard, and a hot male breath came out with a strong smell of alcohol.
Jing Jiaren's hand bones hurt and she shouted loudly: "Ximen Longting, it's me!"
The hand immediately relaxed slightly.
"It's so late, you don't have dinner, you lock yourself in the room, and you don't turn on the light!" Jing Jiaren asked scolding, "It smells so strong, why are you drinking?"
"..."
"Haven't you given up drinking?"
Ximen Longting rarely drinks or smokes anymore - of course the usual red wine and champagne are not included.
Some strong alcohol was very harmful to the body. At Jing Jiaren's request, he stopped touching it.
Judging from the concentration of this wine, it smells like Ximen Longting drank a lot!
"Let go, I'll turn on the light!" Jing Jiaren twitched her hand hard.
Ximen Longting's big palm was wet, but she let her shake it off, while Jing Jiaren fumbled with the light on the terrace to turn it on.
Ximen Longting's tall figure stood, his eyes locked on her, and he did not ask furiously like usual -
How did you climb up? This is the third floor. Do you know how dangerous it is? Who will be responsible if something goes wrong?
Damn woman, you just don’t let me worry.
…
He looked at her with a pair of knowing eyes, and his eyes seemed to be a little red.
Jing Jiaren swallowed all the reproachful words that came to her lips in an instant: "I...climbed the stairs."
"..."
She explained softly: "You shut yourself up and don't eat, I'm afraid you won't be able to think about it..."
This move was "taught" to her by Ximen Longting.
"You can't stop me from wanting to see you, just like I couldn't stop you back then."
She refused to see him, so he tried his best to see her.
Jing Jiaren stared at him: "Speak?"
Ximen Longting raised his hand and stroked her face with his slender hand, his eyes dazed.