"I don't like snacks, don't put them in my mouth again!"
"Okay, if you don't eat it, I'll throw away the rest..."
"..."
"If you don't eat, I won't eat either."
Ximen Longting stared at her fiercely and stopped evading.
She came forward and bit his lips.
Ximen Longting frowned slightly, as if he suddenly looked away, clasped the back of her head, pressed his lips tightly against hers, and kissed her hard.
The rich scent of chocolate filled their lips, mixed with the scent of wine.
Ximen Longting put his arms around her shoulders and let her rest on the top of his thigh, stroking her long hair with his slender fingers.
"Silly woman," he trembled with his long eyelashes, "do you know how useful this bag of chocolate is? It's a waste for me to eat it."
"Silly man," Jing Jiaren glared at him, "Do you think I will keep your body alive?"
"..."
"What on earth do you think I am?"
Ximen Longting's hand on her shoulder tightened, and he frowned and stared at the surroundings, sizing up and thinking about whether there was any way to get out.
It's a pity that during the more than an hour they were trapped here, he had already searched everywhere and there was no second way out.
If he could think of a way, he wouldn't have to wait now.
Jing Jiaren fed him some chocolate.
He is a patient. He has lost so much blood and is weak. He needs to eat to replenish his strength.
Ximen Longting stared at her intently and quietly, his eyes were deep but empty...
His hands became colder and colder, and his breath became weaker and weaker.
Every few dozen minutes, Jing Jiaren would stuff a piece of chocolate into his mouth and let him swallow it.
Afraid that he would be bored, she read him the newspaper on her mobile phone...
He has cached many financial newspapers on his mobile phone.
Ximen Longting was quiet and peaceful. For two hours, his eyelashes drooped. Jing Jiaren was thinking about it and found that he had closed his eyes.
"Ximen Longting, don't sleep."
She hurriedly shook him awake and pinched his cheeks, "We have to wait a little longer. We've already made it through two hours."
Ximen Long Ting forced himself to cheer up, but his eyes could no longer be opened.
His vision was covered with a layer of fog, and Jing Jiaren's face was moving in front of his eyes, opening and closing, saying something.
His ears seemed to be unable to hear, and his mind became increasingly unclear.
"Ximen Longting, wake up!" Jing Jiaren patted his face.
She reminded him again and again, don't sleep, don't close your eyes, wait!
His hand was so cold, like a piece of ice, no matter how hard she held it, there was no warmth in it.
Jing Jiaren put a smile on her face and said close to the tip of his nose: "Is the newspaper I read boring? How about I sing to you?"
Ximen Longting lowered his head and leaned on her shoulder, asking about the faint fragrance on her body...
"Beauty, I'm tired."
"Don't sleep, please."
Jing Jiaren's smile could no longer be faked, and she felt that his hand that had been holding her slowly slipped away without strength, and his head pressed against her shoulder, which was so heavy.
He was usually reluctant to put his strength on her...
It turned out that when he pressed it down, it was so heavy that she couldn't even straighten her back.
Turbulent tears overflowed, and she bit her lip to suppress her choking.
She was afraid that Ximen Longting was really just asleep, and that if she cried too loudly, she would wake him up and make him sad.
He would stare at her with his sword-shaped eyebrows and scarlet eyes and ask:
【Jing Jiaren, who allows you to cry!】
Her hand grasped his hanging palm, his fingers were stiff and cold.