"You want me to go clean?" Ximen Longting looked at her, "When I go clean, are you sure you won't regret it?"
Jing Jiaren couldn't help but be excited: "Then just leave, I will never regret it!"
Ximen Longting stared at her closely, his eyes locked on hers, as if he wanted to see into her heart.
Jing Jiaren's hands unconsciously clenched the quilt...
"I'll leave if you tell me to. Wouldn't it be a shame for me?"
Jing Jiaren breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved immediately.
But she was mean: "If you want to stay, just say so."
Ximen Longting didn't hesitate, straightened up and walked out.
Jing Jiaren finally put her mind down but picked it up again. She watched him walk to the door and open it——
To be honest, at that moment Jing Jiaren's heart was like the door that he tore open.
The door closed softly, and his figure disappeared from her sight as suddenly as when he came.
Jing Jiaren's eyes suddenly went blank, her body fell to the ground almost involuntarily, and she rushed to the door...
But when her hand grasped the handle, she flinched again.
What is she doing? It's easy to catch up with him, but once you get close to him, you'll be in hell.
Jing Jiaren clutched her chest and couldn't breathe for a while. She had never felt so uncomfortable and was so depressed that she wanted to die.
This was her "first time" to experience missing someone so intensely.
And Ximen Longting's withdrawal was like a knife stabbing into her heart.
Her long eyelashes were wet, and just when tears were about to fall, the door suddenly opened again.
Jing Jiaren squatted in front of the door. When the door opened, she hit her head and she fell to the ground.
Ximen Longting returned to her sight holding the milk glass.
"..."
"What are you doing squatting here? Still barefoot?"
Jing Jiaren stared at his shoes and pursed her lips stubbornly.
Ximen Longting grabbed her arm and took her to the bed.
"You don't think I'm really going to leave, squatting here and crying?"
Jing Jiaren's personality is like this. She is very stubborn in front of outsiders. She always likes to suppress her emotions and bear the grievances to herself.
Jing Jiaren fell down on the bed, and the warm milk cup was forced into her hand.
"You forgot to drink milk tonight." He explained, "I went down to make milk for you..."
Then why didn't he say anything before? Was it just to see her reaction?
Now that he sees her like this, is he satisfied?
Jing Jiaren clutched the cup and lowered her head, not daring to look at him because her eyes were a little red.
"Hurry and drink it while it's hot."
"How do you know I didn't drink!?" She wondered, was he spying on her?
Ximen Longting sat down next to her: "Because your words don't smell like milk today... Aren't you usually used to drinking a glass of milk before going to bed at night?"
"..."
"Women drink more milk, sleep well and maintain their beauty."
Ximen Longting seemed to have nothing happened, and spoke in a low and gentle voice. After what he had just experienced, Jing Jiaren did not dare to tell him to go away again. She was afraid that if she did, he would really go away...
"Why don't you drink? Wait for me to feed you?" Ximen Longting came over.
Jing Jiaren took a big sip, the temperature was just right and it felt like it was touching her stomach.
Ximen Longting waited patiently for her to finish drinking, took away the empty cup and put it away, pressed her shoulders and let her lie down on the bed.
He also quickly took off his shoes and unbuttoned his shirt one by one... leaving only a pair of underwear lying next to her.