Jing Jiaren was really surprised to see Leng Lintian in the last level of the game...
She didn't expect Leng Lintian to be injured so seriously.
It was impossible not to feel guilty, but Ximen Longting's name was important at that time, and she had no intention of thinking about anything else.
"Ximen Badao, please rest assured, I am your... your exclusive wife."
Ximen Longting held her tightly, his whole body still tense.
"Relax, you are still hanging up the potion." Jing Jiaren touched his face comfortingly, "I swear, we will either live together or die together, and we will never be separated again."
Ximen Longting’s voice was hoarse: “Don’t steal my lines!”
Jing Jiaren smiled.
She leaned her head in his arms, smelling the pure masculine scent on his body.
"Ximen Longting... His only request is to let us lead us out of the East Palace. There are really no other conditions attached. Do you believe me or not?"
Ximen Longting's palm slid down her neck, touched her chest, and explored it.
"I barely believe you once."
Jing Jiaren threw away the towel, asked the servant to bring him food, fed him, and helped him to sleep.
She was too tired, so she leaned over and fell asleep with her pillow on his chest.
Listening to the powerful beating of his heart, she smiled unconsciously, as if she had heard a miracle.
Ximen Longting's hands gently stroked her hair, breathing in her delicate fragrance.
"Jing Jiao~ Wife, are you so happy for no reason?"
Jing Jiaren raised her chin slightly: "Why, you know I'm happy even though you can't see it?"
"Feel."
"Of course I'm happy that you're alive."
Ximen Longting said coldly: "There is no more miserable situation than now, and you are happy to fall into the old man's hands?"
"Ximen Longting, if you think about it, since the situation is the worst now, it can't get any worse than now... So from now on, we will get better and better."
"..."
"So, why should I be unhappy?" Jing Jiaren pressed her hand on his chest, "We will get better and better."
"Stupid woman!"
"Does it feel comfortable if I rub it?" Jing Jiaren massaged him habitually.
Because Ximen Longting was unconscious and in a wheelchair, in order to promote blood circulation, she massaged him every day. She massaged him whenever she was close to him, which seemed to have become a habit.
Instead, as soon as she put her hands on his body, she began to rub it up and down.
Ximen Longting's body suddenly became restless and his jaw tightened.
Jing Jiaren's breath was so close to his, and her hand was hovering over his uninjured area, pressing back and forth: "Is it sore here?"
"..."
"Still here? Your arms will be a little more sore, right?"
"..."
"Ximen Longting, where is your waist? Does it hurt? How is my strength?"
Ximen Longting's breathing slowly became turbid, revealing a trace of irrepressible patience: "Stop moving."
Jing Jiaren just continued to press it playfully, pressing his thigh back and forth.
"Don't be embarrassed, we are an old married couple anyway."
"Did you do this on purpose!?" How could he be embarrassed if he was so thick-skinned? It was clearly...
"Huh?" Jing Jiaren pressed gently, and suddenly her body was turned over, and a heavy body pressed over her, kissing her hard.
Jing Jiaren's heartstrings twitched, this man... was dishonest when he was hurt like this.
I want to push him away, but I am so reluctant to let him go...
Jing Jiaren gently held his face and responded to his fierce kiss.