Shang Yanxuan still looked at her with that indifferent but affectionate gaze: "Is this concern from your lover or greetings from your ex-girlfriend?"
Jing Jia's heart sank: "No, this is condolences from a friend."
"..."
The servant went down at Ximen Longying's order. Before she closed the door, she saw Shang Yanxuan's eyes gazing at Jing Jiaren. The love in her eyes was so strong that she felt a strong murderous intention in her heart.
Even if Jing Jiaren is sent abroad, there is no guarantee that Ximen Longting will catch her back.
It’s better to take advantage of this opportunity——
The door closed, and the room fell into an eerie silence.
"Mr. Leng, I think you should eat something." Jing Jiaren sat down by the bed and picked up the porridge bowl.
Shang Yanxuan did not reach out to take it, his pale lips were cracked and blood was leaking between the lips.
Jing Jiaren felt really distressed when she saw him like this: "You have no strength? Do you want me to feed you?"
She scooped up a mouthful and put it to his lips. He turned away calmly.
"Shang Yanxuan! How long are you going to make trouble?"
"I miss you."
Three words easily shattered Jing Jiaren's strong and cold temper.
"I know it's hard for you to be locked up here. But are you going to admit defeat like this? Do you commit suicide? Go on a hunger strike? Make yourself like this?"
"..."
"If you don't eat, you would rather continue to degenerate. I can't care about you." Jing Jiaren put down the bowl coldly, "It seems that I came to the wrong place this time. You have disappointed me."
She made a move to leave, but before she could take a step forward, her wrist was grabbed violently.
Shang Yanxuan held her tightly: "Don't leave."
"Would you like something to eat?" Jing Jiaren sat down, "I'll feed you."
A big bowl of rice porridge was eaten up quickly...
Jing Jiaren recalled in a daze that when she was sick, he was the one who fed her. He had always been the one taking care of her. This was the first time that she had fed him.
"Are you full?" Jing Jiaren picked up a tissue and wiped his mouth.
Her figure leaned over, her fragrant breath blowing in front of him.
Shang Yanxuan's expression darkened, he held her chin, and Gao Jun's face was about to come towards her——
Just when their lips were about to touch, Jing Jiaren pushed his shoulder away: "You are hanging the potion, don't move."
He stared at her.
"I'm not here today to rekindle old friendships with you. You should understand?"
"not understand."
The way he stared at her was so hot that she couldn't look straight at him.
Don't look away: "Now that you are imprisoned by Ximen Longying, we have lost our freedom, and it is even more impossible to be together. With your power, you can't resist them, and it is even less possible for me... Do you want to continue like this? You can
I’ve died a hundred times, what about me?”
Shang Yanxuan moved to hold her hand, but she pulled her hand away first.
"Tell me, you will not compromise easily and admit defeat, and you will not seek death again——"
Shang Yanxuan was silent, his eyes surrounding her like a black tide.
Jing Jiaren said loudly: "Tell me, why don't you speak? Are you planning to leave me alone?"
"I won't." He finally grabbed her hand and placed it on his hot heart, "How could I be willing to leave you alone."
"Then promise me you won't seek death again!"
"good."
"Promise me to become stronger, strong enough to rival Ximen Longting. When the time comes, you come to me and I will follow you."
Shang Yanxuan's expression darkened, and he heard the tone of her words: "Where are you going?" Shang Yanxuan still looked at her with that indifferent but affectionate gaze: "Is this the concern from your lover, or the greetings from your ex-girlfriend?"
Jing Jia's heart sank: "No, this is condolences from a friend."
"..."
The servant went down at Ximen Longying's order. Before she closed the door, she saw Shang Yanxuan's eyes gazing at Jing Jiaren. The love in her eyes was so strong that she felt a strong murderous intention in her heart.
Even if Jing Jiaren is sent abroad, there is no guarantee that Ximen Longting will catch her back.
It’s better to take advantage of this opportunity——
The door closed, and the room fell into an eerie silence.
"Mr. Leng, I think you should eat something." Jing Jiaren sat down by the bed and picked up the porridge bowl.
Shang Yanxuan did not reach out to take it, his pale lips were cracked and blood was leaking between the lips.
Jing Jiaren felt really distressed when she saw him like this: "You have no strength? Do you want me to feed you?"
She scooped up a mouthful and put it to his lips. He turned away calmly.
"Shang Yanxuan! How long are you going to make trouble?"
"I miss you."
Three words easily shattered Jing Jiaren's strong and cold temper.
"I know it's hard for you to be locked up here. But are you going to admit defeat like this? Do you commit suicide? Go on a hunger strike? Make yourself like this?"
"..."
"If you don't eat, you would rather continue to degenerate. I can't care about you." Jing Jiaren put down the bowl coldly, "It seems that I came to the wrong place this time. You have disappointed me."
She made a move to leave, but before she could take a step forward, her wrist was grabbed violently.
Shang Yanxuan held her tightly: "Don't leave."
"Would you like something to eat?" Jing Jiaren sat down, "I'll feed you."
A big bowl of rice porridge was eaten up quickly...
Jing Jiaren recalled in a daze that when she was sick, he was the one who fed her. He had always been the one taking care of her. This was the first time that she had fed him.
"Are you full?" Jing Jiaren picked up a tissue and wiped his mouth.
Her figure leaned over, her fragrant breath blowing in front of him.
Shang Yanxuan's expression darkened, he held her chin, and Gao Jun's face was about to come towards her——
Just when their lips were about to touch, Jing Jiaren pushed his shoulder away: "You are hanging the potion, don't move."
He stared at her.
"I'm not here today to rekindle old friendships with you. You should understand?"
"not understand."
The way he stared at her was so hot that she couldn't look straight at him.
Don't look away: "Now that you are imprisoned by Ximen Longying, we have lost our freedom, and it is even more impossible to be together. With your power, you can't resist them, and it is even less possible for me... Do you want to continue like this? You can
I’ve died a hundred times, what about me?”
Shang Yanxuan moved to hold her hand, but she pulled her hand away first.
"Tell me, you will not compromise easily and admit defeat, and you will not seek death again——"
Shang Yanxuan was silent, his eyes surrounding her like a black tide.
Jing Jiaren said loudly: "Tell me, why don't you speak? Are you planning to leave me alone?"
"I won't." He finally grabbed her hand and placed it on his hot heart, "How could I be willing to leave you alone."
"Then promise me you won't seek death again!"
"good."
"Promise me to become stronger, strong enough to rival Ximen Longting. When the time comes, you come to me and I will follow you."
Shang Yanxuan's expression darkened, and he heard the tone of her words: "Where are you going?"