However, the two seemed to suddenly become very talkative.
Jing Jiaren had never noticed before that Ximen Longting talked a lot, and Leng Aofeng was no less...
They chatted while eating, chatted while Jing Jiaren took a medicinal bath, and chatted while helping her blow dry her hair.
To be honest, what he said about life was boring and boring, and he talked about his profession and work, but Jing Jiaren couldn't understand it at all. His and her worlds were already very different!
The strange thing is that Jing Jiaren doesn't find him annoying at all.
She doesn't understand, but she also likes to hear what he says...
The deep voice sounds like the most beautiful cello music in the world.
Jing Jiaren slowly nodded, and Ximen Longting asked, "Are you sleepy?"
"Uh? What did you just say?" Jing Jiaren immediately cheered up.
"What I said was so boring? Did it make you want to sleep?" Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows.
"No, it's really late..."
Looking at the time, it was already past three o'clock in the evening.
Jing Jiaren looked at him seriously: "After talking so much, are you thirsty?"
Ximen Longting stared at her closely: "You think I'm verbose?"
"No."
"..."
"Really not, I'm afraid you're tired and thirsty." Jing Jiaren smiled flatteringly, "And there's nothing wrong with talking too much. A philosopher once said that nine percent of what a person talks every day
Nineteen and above are all nonsense - talking is to release emotions, don't keep bad moods in your heart."
Ximen Longting asked coldly: "Is everything I said nonsense?"
He is not a man of many words.
However, today he spoke the most words in his life, and even his voice became slightly hoarse.
Because if you don’t say it, you won’t have the chance to say it again in the future…
He wished he could say everything he could to her in this life at once. He wished he had ten mouths and the ability to express himself more clearly, so that he could express his whole self in front of her and let her understand him completely.
It's a pity that he tried so hard to make her understand him, but she thought it was all nonsense.
"...I've already said it, I don't mean it. You speak so nicely, why would I think you talk too much." Jing Jiaren coaxed him, "Say more, I like to hear it."
Ximen Longting stared at her suspiciously with dark red eyes.
Jing Jiaren smiled slightly: "I'm not someone who likes to force myself. If I hated what you said, I would have told you to shut up."
That was her style.
Ximen Longting raised his lips slightly, and his face, which had been cloudy just a moment ago, suddenly cleared up.
Turning over and pressing her on his body, he pecked her lips.
"My voice sounds nice?"
"You just know? Hasn't anyone praised her before?" Jing Jiaren felt warm in her heart. She didn't expect it to be so simple to make him happy, just a simple word of praise.
"I praised you, but it wasn't you." Only her praise was useful to him.
"That's right. For a perfect person like you, you are used to compliments."
"Am I perfect?" Ximen Longting's eyes began to shine, "Tell me, what is perfect about me."
"Handsome, rich, and well-placed..." Jing Jiaren plucked a strand of his bangs, "Everything about him is exquisite, even his bangs and eyelashes are handsome. Whatever you want, you can get."
What, not perfect yet, God’s beloved?!”
It was the first time I heard him speak so highly of her.
Ximen Longting's breathing became extremely low: "Since I'm so good, why don't you?"