Wilson didn't want to say anything. Based on his understanding of Ximen Longting, he estimated that another "bloody storm" would happen today.
"Miss Jing, you know that the young master cares about you, so you can't calm down and make the young master angry."
"Does he care about me? Do I offend him?"
Wilson shut up in time and realized that he had overstepped his bounds.
Ximen Longting hates his servants for talking too much!
"What you just said is clear..."
"I have to rush down to take care of the young master." He hurried away in an evasive manner.
Jing Jiaren returned to the mirror and looked at her hair. Would Ximen Longting care about her?
She reached out and picked it off, holding a piece of short hair in her hand. Her long hair was tied up with a hairnet, close to her scalp——
Damn it, I obviously want to start over, but I can't bear to cut off my hair.
Just because she kept thinking of the way he trimmed her hair carefully...
He said in a low and magnetic voice: Hair is also a part of your body.
He couldn't bear to have less of her.
And now, does he care if she becomes less?
Thinking of what Wilson just said...
Jing Jiaren trimmed her hair and put her wig back on, wanting to go down and see the situation.
She scolded herself angrily and suppressed herself - she had already started over, and Ximen Longting's life and death had nothing to do with her. Besides, it was just a hit in the arm, not fatal.
But when Jing Jiaren reacted, she was already downstairs.
The servants were busy going back and forth. On the sofa, Ximen Longting, naked from the waist up, was reapplying medicine and cleaning the wound.
The person taking care of him was a young and beautiful woman, wearing a white nurse uniform, which looked very interesting.
Jing Jiaren frowned slightly, Ximen Longting always had his own doctors, all of whom were men——
When did this nurse come out?
One is majestic in the forest, and the other is smiling sweetly. They are still so close when talking, and there is an extremely ambiguous atmosphere lingering invisibly.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the nurse is very interested in Ximen Longting!
Also, a man with such extraordinary heroic spirit like him is naturally very attractive to women.
Jing Jia's heart felt cold, and she was about to turn around and go upstairs, but she didn't expect Ximen Longting's eyes to glance at her and confront her.
The four eyes meet.
When Ximen Longting saw her short hair, his already cold face instantly became extremely stinky.
He looked vaguely angry: "Come here."
Jing Jiaren turned around and left.
"Go and invite her over!"
Two servants came over to "invite" Jing Jiaren, and she was dragged in front of him!
Ximen Longting saw her hair clearly, and it turned out that he was not dazzled. He said angrily: "Did you touch your hair?"
"..."
"Who would allow you to touch your hair without my order!" Ximen Longting's ice-cold voice was powerful.
The little nurse and all the servants present were shocked.
Ximen Longting sounded like it was such an important matter that someone died!
Jing Jiaren's eardrums buzzed from the roar, and she was puzzled: "I wanted to change my mood, so..." She put on a wig.
Swallow the last sentence.
She glanced at the nurse next to her. She was obviously wearing a nurse's uniform, but her collar was so low, and she was deliberately half-bent. Her feminine curves were faintly visible, which was even more tempting and arousing people's reverie...
My mood inevitably became heavy.
"Since it is my hair, I naturally have the right to deal with it. Do I still need your permission?"
Ximen Longting's pupils were so red that they were killing people: "Your wings are hard."