Jing Jiaren breathed unevenly and turned away, not wanting to answer.
Ximen Longting touched her face with the back of his hand, and she immediately opened her face with resistance...
The aura emanating from her whole body was "Ximen Longting, get out of here, I don't love you and I don't want you."
"beautiful woman……"
"Go away, get out of my sight immediately."
"Remember the 38 slaps I owe you?" Ximen Longting's Adam's apple was rising and falling. After so many years, he should have repaid her long ago.
Jing Jiaren's face was cold: "I have lost all my memories of you...I don't remember anything at all."
Ximen Longting said in a deep voice: "I remember, I haven't forgotten! I should have paid you back what I owed you!"
Suddenly there was the sound of a glass breaking on the ground.
The tall figure suddenly knelt down on the broken glass...
The servants on the side screamed, "What is your Majesty the King doing?"
Jing Jiaren turned around and saw him kneeling on the broken glass. Her whole face immediately turned pale: "What are you doing?"
"I want you to know how I feel when you are hurting yourself!"
"..."
Jing Jiaren looked at his knees. Sharp glass shards had pierced his knees, and blood was dripping down.
"Get up..."
Ximen Longting raised his palm and slapped himself hard in the face.
"This slap means you have no friends and no one to rely on in the UK."
Snap——
"This palm is the result of your ten-month pregnancy and the remaining seed from my Ximen!"
Snap——
"This palm is obviously you standing in front of me, but I can't recognize you just by changing your identity..."
Jing Jiaren obviously didn't understand the meaning of Ximen Longting's words: "Why are you so crazy? Stop it!"
Snap!
Ximen Longting slapped him with a harder palm, but his handsome face was calm and indifferent, as if there was no pain at all. He stated insensitively:
"This palm will torture you cruelly on the island."
"With this palm, you suffer from delusion and depression because of me."
"With this palm, you are hurting yourself on your arm..."
…
There was a loud slap of applause, each slap was cruel and merciless, and Jing Jiaren couldn't stop it at all.
"Don't hit Ximen Longting, I beg you," Jing Jiaren shouted in fear, "Why are you still standing? Why don't you stop him?"
Neither of the two servants dared to step forward to stop him. This was the king...
The corner of Ximen Longting's mouth curled up coldly, and another palm fell on his face.
The corners of his mouth were slightly swollen, and there was a trace of blood from the cracked part.
"This palm——"
Jing Jiaren had already grabbed his wrist and got out of bed, also kneeling on the ground.
Ximen Longting's hands held her knees to prevent her from kneeling down: "Jing Jiaren! Stand still!"
"Ximen Longting, I hate you..." Jing Jiaren's fists hit him on the shoulder intensively, "Why do you do this to me, you are a devil..."
He penetrated into her life pervasively, forcing her and torturing her.
Ximen Longting's throat was low, like the sound of a violin being played: "I will pay you everything I owe you!"
"I don't want such compensation!"
Ximen Longting wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his fingertips. Hei Jun's face was slightly swollen, but because of his dark skin color, it was hard to tell how many slaps he had received.
"I can't bear to let it go? I can't wait to kill myself!"
Thinking of the cruelty he had inflicted on her...
"Ximen Longting, get up!" Jing Jiaren pulled his arm, her eyes filled with tears.