Just like occupying a parking space, he will drive his car over sooner or later, so before that, no one is allowed to occupy her!
Jing Jiaren reached out and patted his back naturally.
"Are you okay?"
Suddenly he seemed to be seriously ill, his face turned pale, like a vampire.
Ximen Longting held her hand and snorted coldly: "If you stay with me...I'll be fine...cough cough cough..."
Jing Jiaren frowned slightly: "Your hands are very cold, are you cold?"
"Hold me!"
"..."
"Jing Jiaren, if you hold me, I won't feel cold anymore!" Ximen Longting demanded forcefully, but there was a childish tone in his domineering voice.
The softest part of Jing Jiaren's heart was touched. Before she reached out to hug him, Ximen Longting had already reached out to hold her in his arms and pressed her tightly into her chest.
After seeing it, Wilson said consciously: "Master, this car is too crowded. I'll sit in the passenger seat."
"Why don't you get out of here!?"
Wilson took the walkie-talkie, asked the driver in front of him to stop, and immediately got out of the car and got out.
Jing Jiaren was speechless. Ximen Longting was so ill that he was still very angry when he yelled at people.
"Do you have a thermometer? You have a fever and you need to see a doctor..." Jing Jiaren opened her mouth, and her words of concern came out unnaturally.
Ximen Longting held her tightly and rested his chin on her shoulder: "You will be my doctor..."
She? She doesn’t know how to see a doctor?
"Kiss me...heal me!"
"..."
"Hey, I'm so sick because of you, and you don't have any indication?" Ximen Longting's lips began to turn purple, and he stared at her with a pair of red eyes.
Jing Jia's heart tightened, and her eyes were grasping her heart like a hand.
Before she could take the initiative, Ximen Longting held her chin and touched her lips tentatively...
Unexpectedly, the woman did not reject him strongly.
He licked her lips tentatively, his mouth was very dry, and he gently traced her lips.
Jing Jiaren drank milk, and there was a milky smell in her mouth.
Ximen Longting couldn't help but pry open her lips and inhale her taste wantonly in her mouth.
Jing Jiaren's hands were open in the air. She didn't want to hug him, nor did she put her hands down.
Her body was half-kneeling next to him, but her upper body was in his arms, and he kissed her tentatively back and forth...
Ximen Longting's kiss was very careful. He kissed her a few times, then let go slightly, and then held her in his mouth again.
Jing Jiaren held her breath and heard her heart beating like a drum, bang! bang! bang bang bang!
Ximen Longting's eyes were closed, his thick eyelashes were drooping, and he concentrated on kissing her, kissing her deeper and deeper.
Her hand was clasped by his fingers, and she could feel the wound in his palm. The ring was as cold as his hand.
"8 o'clock, Opera House..." Ximen Longting's lips were close to her ear, "You have to go."
"..."
"If you don't go, I'll burn your house down!"
Jing Jiaren stared at his sickly face, with two unhealthy blushes on his cheekbones. His red eyes were not as bright as usual and were dull and empty.
"Are you threatening me? Mr. Simon..."
"How dare I?" He gritted his teeth, and kissed her face again, covering her face tightly, and his emotions were a little out of control, "Be my woman, and I will torture you as you wish..."
As soon as he finished speaking, his body sank and fell on his shoulder, as if he had passed out again.
Jing Jiaren sighed deeply: "Ximen Longting, I will definitely go tonight."