Jing Jiaren thought erratically and soon fell asleep in his arms.
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In the morning, the woman in his arms slept so soundly that his hand was numb, and he was reluctant to move even a little for fear of waking her up.
She looked peaceful and calm when sleeping, with her cheeks white and rosy.
Ximen Longting fumbled around for a while and found his cell phone.
Jing Jiaren vaguely heard the sound of the shutter, and her sleepy expression came into the camera. Click, and there was another picture.
Ximen Longting moved his phone away and looked at her with red eyes: "Did I wake you up?"
"Are you filming me?" Jing Jiaren was completely awake.
"Just pat it."
"How could you secretly take a picture of me sleeping!" Jing Jiaren said worriedly, "My hair is a mess, it must be ugly."
Ximen Longting curled his lips and said, "You are still beautiful even if you have a hen's nest on your head."
"let me see……"
Jing Jiaren didn't want her unsightly photos to be saved.
Ximen Longting reminded: "It's OK to look at it, but don't delete it randomly."
"I know."
Ximen Longting's mobile phone has a fingerprint sensor. Jing Jiaren usually won't touch his personal belongings. Even if she does take his mobile phone, she can't open the screen lock. Even if it is opened, she can't read the mobile phone with all French letters.
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Ximen Longting jumped into the photo album and gave it to her.
Jing Jiaren looked at it and found that the photo he took was either blurry or out of focus due to the angle and light.
Moreover, the photo taken is not as good-looking as the person in question——
She is very strict when looking at her own photos. Jing Jiaren flipped through a few photos and felt that he made her look ugly.
I flipped through a few more pictures and saw other scenes, all of them showing her sleeping appearance in various states...
There are not many photos. There are only a few photos, but they are all of her.
The first secret photos of her were taken at the Jing family's small bungalow, then at the Jiaren Manor, and then at the Ximen Manor.
Jing Jiaren's face changed, her heart was ups and downs, and she had an indescribable feeling.
"Why are you unhappy? Is it because you didn't take the photo well?" Ximen Longting asked hoarsely. He talked too much yesterday, and today he woke up with a hoarse voice and a dry throat, as if he had tonsillitis.
"These photos..." Jing Jiaren turned her phone over to show him, "Why did you take them?"
"Why, don't you know?"
He naturally came over and scratched her pink cheeks with his high nose.
"If you want my photos, you can tell me why you want to take them secretly like a thief?"
Because he had hidden his feelings before and didn't want her to know that he fell in love with her.
"And your skills are really poor. None of your photos look good."
"I think they all look good."
"What's so good about it?"
"Any photos of you are beautiful." His hot breath sprayed on her face, "Don't delete them."
"Well, I won't delete it." After a pause, Jing Jiaren said, "If you want my photos, you can tell me directly. I have many on my personal website. I can post them to you, and you can wash them and keep them as your own.
Memorial—do you want it?”
"I want to." He kissed her.
Jing Jiaren smiled slightly: "Then take the medicine obediently. Your temperature is still so hot. Why hasn't the high fever gone down?"
And his speaking voice was completely mute.
Jing Jiaren touched his forehead and then her own. He did still have some heat, and his hot breath lingered around her.