Ximen Longting stared at her with deep eyes: "Do you believe it or not?"
Jing Jiaren's mind went blank for a moment, and the expression on her face was also blank. She felt that her heart was beating unusually.
If she observes Ximen Longting carefully, she will find that he is more nervous than she is.
But he is a ninety-five-year-old man, how can he still look like a young boy who is just in love when he confesses his love?
With a smile on his face, he asked seductively: "Why don't you speak?"
He is not a man who cannot afford to take up or let go, but when he meets Jing Jiaren, he makes an exception. The more he cares, the more he is afraid of losing, so even his confession is so difficult to say.
Jing Jiaren looked at his arrogant smile and slowly recovered.
"I don't believe it."
"..."
"Please don't make such a joke with me next time." She frowned. Otherwise, she would take it seriously and fall into trouble.
Ximen Longting's eyes were filled with overwhelming disappointment: "You can't believe it, or you don't want to believe it?"
"Is there a difference?"
Jing Jiaren didn't want to continue this topic, so she pushed him away and started to move forward.
Ximen Longting grabbed her wrist and refused to let her go!
But she found that her hands were trembling.
He lowered his eyes darkly: "Are you shaking? Why?"
After saying this, Jing Jiaren trembled even more.
"Are you afraid?" He pressed her back against the wall, "Tell me, are you afraid that I will love you?"
"No!" Jing Jiaren was trembling because of nervousness. But at the same time, she was indeed a little scared, afraid that he was teasing her and that he was teasing her because he had seen through her feelings.
A few days ago, he threw away the gift she had made for him, said such cruel words to her, and went to bed with Nurse He, performing a show of affection.
In the blink of an eye, he took great care of her and said he loved her...
No woman would believe that he would fall in love so quickly.
Unless he saw through her emotions and wanted to use her emotions to torture her...
"Why are you afraid?" He said he loved her, but she would be so afraid. Is he a scourge? She was so afraid of him!
"We get along like today, only talking about romance, not love." Jing Jiaren finally raised her head bravely and looked directly into his eyes, "If I have done anything these days to make you misunderstand me, I will clarify it now."
"What did I misunderstand about you?"
"Misunderstood that I fell in love with you."
"..."
A good one only talks about love, not love.
Ximen Longting's heart was ravaged by pain, and he suddenly laughed in a low voice: "I'm joking with you, you are so serious and you are so scared."
Seeing him smiling, Jing Jiaren's face darkened: "You are boring."
"Talk about love, how do you talk about love?" He lowered his head and bit her lip, "Does this count?"
"Those who are not tempted will be counted."
"In that case, I love you." He bit her lip hard, "If you don't be tempted, is this just flirting?"
Ximen Longting is a man who never talks about love. However, he wants to say that he loves her every day, and he thinks about it crazily.
The feelings that were suppressed in his chest did not dilute because of his suppression. Instead, they accumulated deeper and deeper every day...
He was forced to say sternly: "Jing Jiaren, I love you, what about you, do you love me?"
"..." Such a conversation made her heart palpitated and painful!
"Why, don't you want to fall in love with me? Are you reluctant to say you love me?"
Jing Jiaren bit her lip and refused to say it. She felt that if she said it, she would ruin these three words.