Ximen Longting hugged her tightly, his chin resting on her shoulder. His forehead was very hot, but his body was still cold.
Jing Jiaren felt a sour pain in her heart. She held his hand and rubbed it back and forth. Seeing the wound on his hand, she felt as if the wound was on her own heart.
Jing Jiaren couldn't leave his arms. After thinking about it, she took off the lace ribbon from her hair and wrapped it around his wrist...
The pink lace belt was tied with a bow at the end, like wrapping his hand into a gift.
Jing Jiaren kissed the palm of his hand.
Although this is useless, it can at least isolate his hand and stop touching other places with the wound.
"Ximen Longting, what kind of person are you..."
She raised her eyebrows and stared at his sleeping face.
"How many women have you had before?"
"Are you sincere to me...or is it just because I look like the woman in the pocket watch?"
Jing Jiaren murmured and asked, but received no response. He knew that she had always cared about the pocket watch, but he did not give her a satisfactory answer.
The car suddenly stopped and Wilson knocked on the door:
"Miss Jing, we're here."
Ximen Longting was helped out of the car by several bodyguards, and he finally moved away the young master's hand from Jing Jiaren's arms.
She also got out of the car and watched Ximen Longting being sent to the foreign mansion...
"Miss Jing, would you like to come in and sit down, okay?" Wilson invited.
Jing Jiaren shook her head: "I'm going home. Find a doctor for him... Also, remember to treat the injuries on his hands."
Wilson responded: "Don't worry, I have arranged for a doctor to be waiting at home."
"..."
"Miss Jing is so worried about the young master, why don't you stay with him?"
Jing Jiaren's lips were tightly closed, and her eyes fell on the figure standing in front of the window sill in the western-style building next door, staring at her.
"No, it won't be convenient for me to go in." Besides, she also wanted to go back and prepare for the evening date.
Is it a date? If she agrees to be his girlfriend, it will be their first date.
…
The TV was on in the living room, and Leng Lintian was sitting on the sofa with a lazy posture, but the remote control in his hand was beating frequently...
"No classes in the afternoon?"
Jing Jiaren put on soft mops and walked upstairs as if she didn't hear anything.
In her world, has he become nothing since he succeeded?
Jing Jiaren closed the door, took out the box of chocolates from her pocket, opened it, took out a piece and tasted it in her mouth.
The eyebrows immediately wrinkled slightly.
What does this smell like? Did he put something wrong?
Jing Jiaren resisted the urge to spit it out and forced herself to swallow it. If she had suspected that this box of chocolates was bought before, now she was convinced that it was made by Ximen Longting...
The chocolate outside wouldn't taste so bad.
This is Ximen Longting’s first time making chocolate. Imagine a grown man making love chocolate?
And isn’t he sick with a low-grade fever? In that case, making chocolate would inevitably add the wrong things?
What will she wear to the opera tonight?
Jing Jiaren put down the chocolate box, opened the wardrobe and picked out dresses, holding them one by one in front of her chest.
What color does he like? What style does he like? Sexy? Pure? Or...
The door suddenly opened, and Leng Lintian stood at the door, looking at the skirt she was holding in her hand. There was also a pile of them on the bed.