Jing Jiaren bit her lip, and after the water was full, she started to clean him——
The bandage on the injury on her palm was only removed yesterday and has not healed yet.
However, being exposed to water all the time is not good for the recovery of the wound, and there is still a slight sting.
Especially when applying shower gel to him, the bubbles irritated the wound, which was very painful...
From the beginning to the end, Ximen Longting lowered his head and did not look at her or speak.
He knew that her hand was hurting, but he seemed to want to torture her deliberately to see her in pain!
The depressing atmosphere in the space is like a bomb ready to detonate and ignite...
Jing Jiaren avoided the injury on the back of his hand, which was a cut he got when he knocked down the broken glass tonight. This barbarian always hit things with his fists, and his hands were often injured, and there were several deep scars on them.
After Jing Jiaren washed him, she picked up the medical box and came in. She cleaned the wounds on his hands, applied medicine, and put gauze on them.
"It's already washed. You need to get up and flush."
"..."
"You can do the rest yourself, then I'll go out."
When Jing Jiaren saw that he didn't respond, she stood up and left.
The moment she closed the door, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a little dazed and feeling relieved again.
The maid had already cleared away all her things in the living room, and even moved the dressing cabinet away——
Ximen Longting's room originally did not have a dressing cabinet, but it was moved in to facilitate her needs. Women's items were filled with this masculine room, which was originally uncoordinated. Now they have been removed, and it has become what it was when she first came to this manor.
appearance.
This is the right thing to do, to return it to its true colors.
Jing Jiaren took one last look around the living room and walked out.
She wonders where she can sleep tonight?
"Miss Jing, what are you doing here?" Wilson found Jing Jiaren on the sofa in the hall, "It's already this time, and the young master is very angry if you don't go back to rest."
"If I let him see me, wouldn't he be even more angry?"
"If I remember correctly, your agreement with the young master is for one week."
Jing Jiaren wished she could take off her head and give it to Ximen Longting.
Their relationship has reached this level, why are they still looking at each other and torturing each other at this time?
She felt suffocated when she was with him!
Wilson urged Jing Jiaren several times, but she had no choice but to follow him back to the room.
Ximen Longting was wearing a white bathrobe and sitting on the coffee table by the window sill drinking wine.
I didn't even wipe the water off my head, it was still dripping.
Wilson closed the door behind her. Jing Jiaren stood there for a while and thought about going over to help him wipe it. After taking a few steps, she gave up and climbed into bed.
That night, Jing Jiaren naturally couldn't sleep.
Every minute seems to be stretched out, extremely long.
She could hear every minute movement of Ximen Longting - pouring wine, picking up the glass, drinking it all in one gulp, putting it down, smoking a cigarette intermittently, and lighting the firebox.
These days, all the good things he did to her began to surface.
Several times she had the urge to apologize to him and say she wouldn't leave.
But this kind of prison life is very unbearable for people, even in the name of love!!
In the early morning, the sky began to light up, and she spent the most tortured night in her life, feeling like the end of the world was coming!
Ximen Longting had finished smoking his last cigarette. He looked dejected and gloomy. He got up and walked to the study to get the cigarette. As soon as he opened the drawer, he heard the sound of the door knocking in the living room...