Jian Chenche stared at the servant's face, bending down inch by inch...
The resolute lips are getting closer and closer.
The servant held his breath, too surprised to move.
Jian Chenche's lips were very close, but he couldn't kiss her, so anger slowly gathered in his eyes.
Mengkui closed her eyes heavily, then loosened her hand, and with a bang, the delicate teacup fell out of her hand and rolled onto the carpet.
Jing Jiaren saw her pale face——
She was still forcing a smile: "I, I suddenly feel a little uncomfortable."
"..."
"Beauty, Master, can I quit early?" Meng Kui was a little at a loss, "Anyway, this game is over, I want to end it."
Her pain was so obvious that she couldn't even hide her smile.
Jing Jiaren nodded: "Since you feel uncomfortable, let's go and rest first."
She originally wanted to bring them together, but apparently things went in the opposite direction.
Mengkui's condition was so bad tonight, she was afraid that Mengkui would not be able to think clearly.
"Thank you... thank you." Meng Kui stood up weakly. She could not stand such an atmosphere for a long time.
Jian Chenche's figure was still there when he heard Meng Kui getting up.
She walked hastily, her head lowered, as if she was dodging something...
The long skirt was extremely bare, and as she walked faster, the skirt floated in waves, tripping her legs.
It took just a moment to fall down, and no one reacted.
Meng Kui's vision went dark and she fell to the ground.
She was suffering from various physical discomforts. She didn't eat anything all day and night, and her body couldn't stand it any longer.
Jing Jiaren's expression changed drastically: "Meng Kui - help her up quickly!"
Two servants who were close to each other ran to help her.
Mengkui fell to the ground, only briefly dizzy and soon woke up. She told herself that she could not be embarrassed.
"No need... I can do it myself." She said with difficulty, trying to stand up on her own.
A pair of legs were exposed from the long skirt, and traces of whipping could be seen vaguely.
Jian Chenche's body was frozen there, his eyes were gloomy, his lips were pursed, and he was silent.
Mengkui breathed heavily, stood up with the help of the servant, and said with a smile: "I'm fine, maybe I'm a little anemic after sitting for a long time..."
Everyone in the room looked at her.
She smiled and narrowed her crescent-shaped eyes, but her face was so pale that it looked ugly.
Jing Jiaren had already walked up to her: "You look very bad. Is the child okay? Does your stomach hurt?"
"It's okay..."
"I'll ask the doctor to check on you."
"It really doesn't matter, I'm in good health." Mengkui refused, "I'm just very sleepy and a little confused. It doesn't matter, I just need to take a nap..."
"Then you go to sleep first, don't think too much. If you wake up tomorrow, I'll talk to you about anything." Jing Jiaren gently stroked her hair, expressing concern.
Mengkui nodded: "Okay."
"I asked the servant to prepare some midnight snacks for you. Eat more for the sake of the child."
"Well, thank you, beautiful lady." Meng Kui nodded obediently, but there was only perfunctory expression in her empty eyes.
Throughout the night, she was actually like a piece of wood without a soul, a zombie...
I have been holding on for a long time and am so tired. Finally, I can be relieved.
Mengkui no longer had the courage to look at Jian Chenche, and left the hall under the care of the servants.
Jian Chenche stood like a sculpture, holding the servant's chin in his hand.
As soon as Meng Kui left, Jing Jiaren had no intention of having fun...
The goddess is not happy, and Ximen BOSS is naturally not happy either!