Afraid that he could not unscrew the cap of the water bottle, he opened the cap so that he could lick and drink some.
Everything was ready and the food was placed next to him. I wanted to hang a biscuit around his neck.
"Ximen Longting, I'm leaving. I'll be back soon."
Ximen Longting vaguely seemed to hear a woman's voice...
His eyes narrowed slightly, and he vaguely saw Jing Jiaren kissing his forehead, getting up and leaving.
He couldn't speak or move, and watched her back turn and leave.
Ximen Longting's throat rolled up and down, trying to call her back.
Jing Jiaren, get back here!
My vocal cords are stuck and I can't speak a word.
His groggy mind soon drew him into an even more chaotic world.
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Under the scorching sun, Jing Jiaren knelt there among the ruins, digging with all her strength with a hoe and shovel.
Some of the stones in the ruins were very heavy, and it took a lot of strength for her to move them away.
She came along the paint road splashed by Ximen Long Ting...
Then calculate it yourself according to the formula and measure the approximate distance.
Both hands will only repeat one action.
Her knees on the stone were bruised with blood clots, and her hands were covered with small cuts and dust.
It turns out that Ximen Longting works so hard every day digging.
Both arms seemed to be broken.
It felt like there was a fire in my throat that was about to burst out... I was so thirsty.
The bottle of water she brought was not enough to drink. She had already been very frugal, and now she only had the last sip left.
Jing Jiaren was sweating like rain, and the salty sweat flowed into her mouth.
Jing Jiaren dug frantically...
There is a lot of uncertainty in my heart.
Afraid that she had miscalculated the location, afraid that digging would be in vain, afraid that all the medicine would be burned by the fire, and afraid that all that time would be spent in vain.
But no, she can't be afraid.
Jing Jiaren bit her lip, and the image of her and Ximen Longting together flashed through her mind.
He has been suffering for her and getting hurt in various ways.
Jing Jiaren waved her arms mechanically...
Sometimes she would faint from being burned by the scorching sun, and would immediately bite her arm hard to wake herself up from the pain.
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In the evening, Ximen Longting coughed hard and slowly opened his eyes.
Subconsciously I went to find Jing Jiaren...
His eyes were blank, he didn't see the woman, and his heart was hanging in the air.
My body feels heavy as hell and my throat is thirsty.
"Jing Jiaren!" he roared hoarsely, "I'm thirsty!"
The waves are very open, and the sound of rustling waves sounds peacefully.
Jing Jiaren should have come over immediately to give him water and care for him. Where did he go!?
Ximen Longting's body was numb and he couldn't move. It took him a while to realize that he was tied up with a rope!
Ximen Longting frowned, his red eyes almost bleeding!
"Jing Jiaren... you dare, you dare to tie me up!"
His body moved and he felt that the tool bag underneath him was missing.
"Jing Jiaren! Jing Jiao~wife!"
The hoarse voice went unanswered.
The pride and awe on Ximen Longting's face faded in an instant, and his eyes became extremely gloomy.
Could this stupid woman be——?
Ximen Longting turned his head and saw a piece of paper lying sideways, and his chest began to hurt!
Jing Jiaren, the thief, stole his things!
Ximen Longting struggled for a long time, his heavy body couldn't allow him to get up, and he was tied up like a desperate beast...