Jing Jiaren thought about where she would sleep tonight. This room could no longer accommodate her, and she didn't want to sleep in a room full of Ximen Longting——
No matter where she sleeps, she is destined to have insomnia tonight.
"Master." When the servants saw the people coming in, they all froze.
Jing Jiaren's heart tightened, she lowered her head and wrung her hands tightly, not looking at her.
Ximen Longting didn't seem to see her and walked straight into the bathroom.
Jing Jiaren turned her head and walked out of the room. Before she could go out, a servant came out of the bathroom and said, "Miss Jing, come here."
Jing Jiaren's back stiffened: "What's the matter?"
"The young master asked you to come over and help him take a bath."
Jing Jiaren clenched her fists. She thought he would ignore her tonight, but what was going to happen now? She didn't want to go, but she didn't want to disobey him and make him angry at this time.
When Jing Jiaren walked in, the servant immediately exited and closed the door.
Ximen Longting was sitting in the empty bathtub, his head half bowed, his bangs covering his eyes, so it was difficult to see clearly what his expression was.
Jing Jiaren bit her lower lip and decided to do something for him one last time before leaving.
She walked over and helped him put the water in.
Due to my absent-mindedness, I accidentally hit the hottest setting...
The scalding hot water suddenly flowed out, and Jing Jiaren's hands were immediately so hot that she shrank. She quickly turned off the water and looked at Ximen Longting who was sitting at the other end of the bathtub.
Fortunately, the hot water did not flow so fast.
On the other hand, Jing Jiaren's hand was immediately burned red.
Feeling a burning pain, she gritted her teeth. Not wanting to attract Ximen Longting's attention, she adjusted the water temperature again.
While she was storing water, she opened the wall cabinet, took out a series of supplies such as shower gel and placed them on the shelf next to the bathtub.
Then there are various towels and bath towels.
Ximen Longting has been sitting there silently, not saying a word, and his whole body is enveloped in a cold and gloomy atmosphere.
Jing Jiaren turned around and looked at him, only to realize that he hadn't even taken off his shoes!
Damn it, it will stain the water...
Jing Jiaren quickly bent over, helped him take off his shoes and socks, drained the water he had just received, and then filled it again.
"Should you take off your clothes and pants by yourself, or should I help you?"
"..."
"Did you hear me?" Jing Jiaren raised her voice.
Damn it, she couldn't stay in this depressing atmosphere for a moment.
She turned around and was about to leave, when a cold voice came: "One week, it's not time yet."
Jing Jiaren froze: "Then do you want me to help you take it off?"
He stopped talking again.
I really hate him being so gloomy and saying nothing...
Jing Jiaren fell back and helped him unbutton his shirt one by one.
He lowered his face, and the back of her hot red hand fell into his sight. His body seemed to move slightly, but he made no next move.
Jing Jiaren helped him open all the buttons, revealing the man's strong and strong lines: "Hand, please raise it."
Ximen Longting raised it symbolically, but it was not convenient for her to take it off at all.
Jing Jiaren struggled for a while to pull it off, and then went to help him take off his belt and pants.
He sat in the bathtub with his pants pressed up and couldn't take them off at all.
Jing Jiaren took a few breaths: "Can you stand up?"
Ximen Longting raised his body indifferently, pulled off his pants with one hand, and peeled off his underwear together. Jing Jiaren looked away and felt a gust of wind blowing from his ears, and his pants were thrown to the ground.