The sharp edge cut his palm, and blood rolled down his slender fingers, dripping on the river and spreading out.
Ximen Longting threw it back into the river and cursed coldly, Damn it!
His long legs kicked hard in the water, and his leather shoes hit a stone. Ximen Longting's eyebrows hurt, he was so unlucky!
His whole body fell into the water, but he held his hands on the bottom of the river in time. He didn't fall, but his body was soaked by the ice water.
It was like a basin of ice pouring down on him...
My whole body was soaked and I took a big mouthful of ice water.
His internal organs felt like they were being pricked by ice, and his breathing was extremely hot.
With water filling his ears, he vaguely heard Jing Jiaren calling him.
Ximen Longting stood up straight, his handsome look reflected on the water.
He stared at Jing Jiaren with an eyebrow as she walked down the long steps and walked closer.
Wilson and two bodyguards followed.
Ximen Longting's eyes fell on Jing Jiaren's bare feet, and an angry voice came out from his chest: "Take her away...shoes! If she doesn't wear shoes, you just stamp her feet!"
Ximen Longting punched the water angrily, causing a splash of water to rise.
His face was bloodthirsty, cruel, and absolutely angry.
Wilson did not dare to delay any longer and immediately held Jing Jiaren down and carried her on his shoulders.
The young master can do whatever he wants to himself, but he cannot see Jing Jiaren hurt at all.
"Let me go!"
Jing Jiaren was carried back, and a few more bodyguards were placed on the long steps, and a large sofa was carried.
Jing Jiaren was thrown onto the sofa, which was covered with white goose down...
Wilson picked up a blanket and covered her body, and said calmly: "Miss Jing, be careful not to catch a cold."
"..."
"There are cold drinks and some food here. You can do whatever you want."
A folding table was placed next to the sofa, with hot milk on it and several plates of snacks and fruits.
Jing Jiaren pursed her lips. There was a railing in front of her, and she could see the man groping in the glacier...
Did she do it on purpose?
Let her sit on the sofa, enjoy the food and service, and watch him be tortured in the cold water?
Jing Jiaren's heart was torn violently. He wanted to torture himself. Why should she worry about him and feel heartbroken for him?
Ximen Longting, is he an idiot?
"Miss Jing, drink milk, you are shaking."
The milk was pushed into her hand. Jing Jiaren's cold hands pressed against the warmth coming from the cup.
"Does he think I will be with him only after he finds the ring? Then tell him...even if he finds the ring, I will not be with him. I won't agree." Jing Jiaren asked, tilting her head.
Will he be willing to do so?"
Wilson folded his hands in front of his abdomen and shook his head: "This is not the answer the young master wants to hear."
"You..." Jing Jiaren's pale lips curved, "Are you forcing me?"
"Didn't Miss Jing tell the story about the poor man and the last coin?"
"..."
"I think the young master cannot become a poor man materially, but spiritually, he will give himself to you without reservation."
No reservations...
Ximen Longting's palm was injured, and the water on the wound was enough to cause pain, not to mention the water was so cold.
Jing Jiaren suddenly remembered something.
When you are hesitant about something, you pick up a coin, heads are OK, tails are not, and when you toss it up and down again...
The answer you get is not what you expected. When you think about giving it a second time, you have already decided what your heart is going to do.