Jing Jiaren closed her eyes and didn't want to open them.
Ximen Longting continued: "Don't you want to pee?"
She had indeed woken up due to urination and had taken so many drops...and her throat was still very thirsty, making her feel bitter.
Ximen Longting stretched out his hand to pick her up from the bed, but Jing Jiaren finally couldn't help it and jumped away——
She hated him for hugging him again, who had been in the arms of another woman before.
"What?" Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows and stared at her seriously.
Jing Jiaren had already opened her eyes, looked at him, and said in a rustling voice: "You don't need to be there, I'll go back by myself."
"Show off your strength."
Ximen Longting took off the infusion bag and handed it to her, "Take it and hold it high."
Jing Jiaren subconsciously took it in her hand, and then she was fooled. She was hugged by Ximen Longting and walked to the bathroom.
Jing Jiaren's body and limbs were in pain, and she stopped being pretentious. She knew that she couldn't fight, so when he pulled her panties off when she was put on the toilet, she still solved her physiological needs without any scruples. She didn't even have to take care of it.
What?
Ximen Longting pulled out a tissue and handed it to her: "Jing Jiaren, your expression is very silly."
"..."
"A high fever will make you dementia?"
Jing Jiaren's face was dull and expressionless. She never looked at Ximen Longting, her eyes were focused and dull.
He helped her clean up and put on her pants, his movements were neat and natural, just like every time he had treated her before.
He washed his hands, carried her back to the bed, poured her water and got her medicine.
Jing Jiarenhao ate it without resisting, raised her eyes, and looked at the clock again...
"What do you want to eat? Can I order some porridge?" Ximen Longting wiped her face with his fingers and frowned, dissatisfied that she ignored him so much.
He pulled her chin up and asked her to look at him, but his eyes were staring into nothingness through his head.
Ximen Longting said coldly: "Jing Jiaren, look at me!"
"Why don't you go take care of your Goddess He Zhiyao?" Jing Jiaren said, but still couldn't hold it back, "Isn't she also sick?"
"Jealous?"
She was jealous, and the fire of jealousy burned her to death.
She twitched her lips and said: "There are still two hours left. We have agreed on a ten-day journey. I have done everything you asked me to do...Do you also have to keep your promise and never disturb me again?"
"..."
"Mr. Ximen, I advise you to have a good time together and not make things look ugly." Jing Jiaren said in a cold voice, "Don't force me."
When the situation got tight, she ran away again?
Good to get together and good to go...
Ximen Longting tugged on the buttons of his shirt and slumped down on the chair, with a sad look on his lips.
He seemed to have expected it: "You still want to leave?"
There is no way she would ignore her father for the sake of an illusory love!
"Let me ask you, would you be with me without your father's interference?"
"..."
"Jing Jiaren. Speak!"
Jing Jiaren turned her head and finally looked at him squarely, her eyes were clear and clear, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, a beautiful smile: "There is no point in asking these questions now. Let's stop here, right?"
Ximen Longting sat in the chair, clenched his hands into fists, grasped the armrests of the chair, and his chest rose and fell vigorously.
"After 12 o'clock, I am no longer your girlfriend."
After a long while, Ximen Longting only replied: "You can do whatever you want, whatever you want!"
He stood up suddenly, left the room, and slammed the door hard.
Jing Jiaren's eyes were empty. Is this... the end...