Ximen Longting carried Jing Jiaren straight to the master bedroom on the second floor and placed her in the warm quilt.
Over there, SUN has already rushed to smash the door of the servant's room in a hurry...
Jing Jiaren was nestled in the quilt. Ximen Longting heated his palms and rubbed them all over her body to soak up the blood.
Jing Jiaren's cheeks were slightly red, her lips were pale, and her forehead was very hot...
Ximen Longting felt that she was unhealthy, put the back of his hand on her forehead, and immediately gritted his teeth with hatred: "Damn it!"
"..."
"Do you know how troublesome it is for a pregnant woman to have a high fever? She can't get injections or take medicine at will... In the UK, who will take care of you when you are alone?" Ximen Longting cursed hatefully, "How can you not cherish yourself so much!"
If Jing Jiaren had been sick before... thinking of that situation, Ximen Longting hated her even more.
While he was secretly annoyed, he hated himself even more.
She was working hard to give birth to a child for him, but apart from surrendering, what else did he do for her?
"Ximen Longting..." Jing Jiaren held his hand tightly, "I know clearly that this is my imagination. As soon as I wake up, you will disappear..."
"..."
"But let me take a look at you, just one glance." Jing Jiaren's voice was slightly hoarse, and she stroked his cheek with her fingers.
She wanted to see him, his face...
Ximen Longting grabbed his beard with his hand and tore it off hard, causing the glue to stick to his flesh.
Fortunately, it was a human skin mask. If the beard had stuck to his face, a piece of skin would have been torn off.
The texture of the human skin mask is so good that it cannot be torn off.
"Wait for me...five minutes!"
Ximen Longting rushed into the bathroom and rummaged through the cabinets to find...
He placed the face-changing tools here in case of emergency.
Quickly find the degumming solution and apply it on your face.
Here, Jing Jiaren has already opened the door, her steps staggering a little.
"What are you doing here!?"
"Don't leave..." Jing Jiaren tried her best to hold back her desire to cry and stared at him closely.
Ximen Longting's heart warmed. This woman...would rather find his presence in imagination than push him away in reality?
Her love is too rational and she is too harsh on herself.
Jing Jiaren walked up behind him, hugged him, and smelled his scent...
"Ximen Longting, I'm so tired... sometimes I really feel like I can't hold on any longer... but I still have you... and our child..."
Ximen Longting pressed his hand on the sink, his eyes so deep that it hurt.
The human skin mask on the face was stained with degumming water and gradually separated from the face...
Before it was completely free, he had already torn it off, and his cheeks wrinkled in pain from the pulling.
"Isn't it cold? Go back to bed and get up!"
Jing Jiaren was quickly carried back to the bed, her fingers sliding on his cheek, as if she hadn't seen him for a long time, and her eyes showed frank care.
"You've turned a lot darker..." She frowned, not used to bronze-skinned Ximen Longting.
At this time, SUN had already rushed in with the doctor. Seeing this affectionate scene, he immediately covered his eyes with his hands in an exaggerated manner.
"Oh, did you come at the wrong time..."
A pair of red pupils peeked through the fingers.
Ximen Longting stared at him fiercely and rushed to the doctor with an unhappy tone: "What are you still standing there for? She has a fever, come and take a look!"
Jing Jiaren has a high fever, not low, 40°.
No wonder she was so confused that she couldn't tell the difference between reality and fiction...