"You're right, I was very lucky before I met you."
The implication is that Ximen Longting is the bad guy she met.
The CEO's good mood was ruined and he finally felt unhappy.
Jing Jiaren poured the water over and handed it to him: "Drink some water."
"Feed me."
"..."
Jing Jiaren's thoughts suddenly changed. His tone and eyes were wrong. From the moment he woke up and looked at her, she was filled with an overbearing tenderness, as if she had traveled back in time.
But thinking about the scene last night at the lake where he was holding Nurse He, lovingly feeding each other wine and food...
Jing Jiaren handed it to him coldly: "You have hands and feet, don't you know how to drink it yourself?"
Ximen Longting stared at her: "Why don't you please me?"
Wasn't she afraid that he would fall in love with Nurse He and would please him in order to save her life?
Jing Jiaren originally planned this, but he hurt her too much!
"I changed my decision because I really couldn't force myself to do things that disgust me all the time."
Is it disgusting for her to please him?
Ximen Longting really wanted to disgust her: "Hey, feed me with your mouth."
"No, you just vomited blood. Isn't it disgusting..."
Jing Jiaren resisted and pushed him away.
Ximen Longting's body trembled. He thought that he had indeed coughed up blood just now and the taste in his mouth was bad, so he had to give up.
However, this woman didn't care about him coughing up blood and even disliked him!
"If one day you cough up blood, I won't despise you." He suddenly said this nonsense in a cold voice.
Jing Jiaren looked at him strangely, what happened to him today?
"Thank you, but I'm afraid I've disappointed you. I won't cough up blood. I will definitely maintain a healthy body and live longer than you."
Ximen Longting did not use sarcastic words to criticize him as he usually did, but instead remained unusually silent.
That serious expression seemed to be really thinking about this issue...
Jing Jiaren's heart tugged. Is his condition getting worse?
Jing Jiaren turned around and walked towards the door.
His cold voice stopped her: "Where to go."
"I'm going to notify Wilson and ask him to call the doctor to come and take a look at you."
"You don't need to read it. Why don't you make a bowl of porridge yourself to warm my stomach? I will get better faster." Ximen Longting leaned on the bed, casually took out a cigarette and lighter from the bedside, and lit it.
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Jing Jiaren was depressed for a while: "You just coughed up blood and smoked again. You are dying."
"Don't you want me to die early?" Ximen Longting blew out a smoke ring and smiled nonchalantly.
Jing Jia's heart was hit hard. What did he mean? Didn't he say that the biggest punishment for her was to outlive her so that he could torture her all the time?
Ximen Longting is now beginning to question how long he will keep Jing Jiaren by his side.
He always had a strong premonition that one day he would wake up and she would completely disappear from his life.
Or, when one day he is tortured by her to the point where he has no bottom line, he will let her fly away.
If she left, why would he live so long?
There was an evil desolation in Ximen Longting's eyes.
His only expectation now is to give birth to a child. If she is reluctant to let go of the child, she may be reluctant to leave him.
The space suddenly became extremely sad and heavy.
It was as if an invisible big hand was pinching Jing Jiaren's heart, making it impossible for her to breathe.
"Throw away the cigarette, and I'll make you a bowl of porridge!"