Jing Jiaren leaned in his arms as if she were leaning on a natural pillow.
Ximen Longting was afraid that she would not be comfortable sleeping, so he put a pillow behind her head.
Jing Jiaren was lying on a human-shaped chair and saw that his typing hands were not that convenient: "Will I disturb you too much?"
"If you talk nonsense again, I will forcefully kiss you!"
"..." Jing Jiaren shut up immediately.
The room became quiet again, with only the faint sound of typing. Ximen Longting's slender fingers had clear joints, and the ring was worn on his ring finger. It was very beautiful...
Jing Jiaren's vision was a little dazed, and suddenly she saw a black shadow moving on the curtains.
Jing Jiaren immediately sat up with a pale face and bumped her head against Ximen Longting's chin.
"Jing, Jiao, wife!"
Jing Jiaren stared at the curtain: "There... there seems to be a figure."
"Where's the figure?"
"No matter, go and have a look." Jing Jiaren's eyes were filled with horror as she pushed his shoulder.
Although she felt very guilty about Leng Lintian, she had never dreamed of him since she fell off the cliff. Today was the first time.
This gave her a very bad premonition, just like in 13 Oaks, when she had a nightmare about Ximen Longting and had a premonition that something bad was going to happen to him. She was so panicked.
Ximen Longting frowned and looked: "There's no one there, are you dazzled?"
"Yes, I really saw it just now!"
Ximen Longting let her go and stood up to check. Jing Jiaren immediately followed him off the sofa and grabbed his hand.
Ximen Longting glanced at her angrily...
I have never seen her so timid before. What happened tonight? Did she have a terrible nightmare?
I checked on the window and found that the curtains were just floating.
He closed the windows tightly, there was no wind, and the curtains were vertical. It was much better.
But the scarlet curtains always gave Jing Jiaren a strange and eerie feeling.
"Ximen Longting, I want to... change rooms."
"Is this room uncomfortable?"
"I want to change the room without the bright red color!"
Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows and glared at her: "The layout of all the rooms in this ship is in the same style, Baroque and Renaissance."
Baroque architecture is an architectural and decorative style developed on the basis of Italian Renaissance architecture in the 17th to 18th centuries. It is characterized by free shape, pursuit of dynamics, preference for gorgeous decoration and sculpture, strong colors, and commonly interspersed curved surfaces and ellipses.
shape space...
A large area of scarlet, forest blue, and ink is used here, and the colors are mostly thick and deep.
"Then let's go to the lobby, where there are many people."
Ximen Longting lowered his eyes and locked her face: "Jing Jiaren, you are very abnormal."
"Because I have a strong hunch——"
Ximen Longting raised an eyebrow: "What do you foresee?"
Jing Jiaren intuitively swallowed the words "Leng Lintian". She didn't want to mention the things that made him unhappy. But she really wanted him to contact Mr. Ximen and ask about Leng Lintian's situation and whether he was really dead...
"I'm going to the lobby." She repeated silently, "If you don't go, I'll go there alone."
Anyway, there are people in the hall, and she will be safe in a crowded place. And the hall is full of brilliant lights.
Jing Jiaren smiled bitterly, couldn't even Ximen Longting give her a sense of security?
Did Leng Lintian's curse on her work? If he died, would she really become a shadow in her heart for the rest of her life and never forget him?
Ximen Longting was very dissatisfied with Jing Jiaren's reaction, and his red eyes glowed gloomily.