The man had a bad temper, so he was helped to the bed, and with a strong wave, he swept the things on the bedside table to the floor.
Two more footmen walked over and pressed down on his feet.
The blond butler ordered something, probably asking the servant to make hangover soup or something.
Ximen Longting drank too much and his whole body was on fire. He had promised Jing Jiaren not to drink, but there was nowhere to vent his anger and frustration.
The servants lined up beside the bed.
Those holding washbasins, those holding towels, those holding hot tea... stood in rows.
Wilson raised his hand, and the servants went up to look after him according to their duties.
One servant was responsible for wiping his face, another was responsible for massaging his body, and another was responsible for feeding him water. The worst luck was that the teacup was turned into his hand, and Ximen Longting was not allowed to get close to him at all.
Jing Jiaren blinked and looked at it with some confusion.
What kind of young master is so swarmed around him?
You can afford so many servants, but you can’t live in a big house?
And judging from the decoration in the western-style building, the texture of any crystal lamp is extraordinary. The room under the refraction of light has a low-key luxury, and the wallpaper has a retro palace pattern.
Jing Jiaren looked at her own house again. In comparison, it immediately seemed that her life was very low-end.
Jing Jiaren sighed. She was actually spying on others at night. When did she have such a bad taste?
Jing Jiaren closed the window and lay on the bed, turning over and over again, but she didn't even mean to fall asleep.
He stood up again and took a sketchbook from the desk, leaning on the pillow and drawing casually.
Originally I wanted to draw clothes, but as I continued drawing, I actually started drawing faces...
She didn't think too much and just painted based on her feelings.
When the outline of a person's face gradually hardens and begins to take shape, it turns out to be a man's face.
When the pupils are outlined, the bridge of the nose is as handsome as a jade mountain, and the thin lips...
Jing Jiaren's hand loosened up as if she'd been electrocuted, and the pen rolled down onto the bed.
She actually drew Ximen Longting, the man who only appeared in Mengkui's sketchbook.
Although the painting has not yet been completed, the entire outline has emerged, and the devilishly handsome man seems to be about to step out of the painting and embrace her into the bad.
Jing Jiaren took a deep breath, tore off the page, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the trash can.
After sketching some more clothes, she felt a little sleepy.
It's just that the things she designs are all men's clothing, and the body proportions are very similar to the man next door...
The man in the beauty's dream began to change from blur to clarity.
He is as tall and majestic as the man next door, with an imposing figure and long legs.
He wore the clothes she designed, opened the wild buttons one by one, pressed her against the wall, and blended into her.
It was as if their bodies had fit together many times.
But in the dream, I still couldn't see the man's face.
But he is very domineering.
【Jing Jiaren, you are only mine!】
He declared in her ears over and over again, his actions were both doting and domineering.
The familiar rhythm keeps moving, and I can’t help myself.
Have a good night’s sleep…
When Jing Jiaren woke up, her lower body was sticky and her cheeks were slightly red. She had had an erotic dream again? This was the third time in two months!
There were scattered sketch papers on the bed, and she picked them up one by one. They were all men's clothing that she was not good at before.
But in this series, I was unexpectedly inspired and the paintings were of a superb quality.