Jing Jiaren looked dazed for a moment: "Let him go."
"But he kept calling your name and wanted to get out of bed."
Jing Jia felt a sting in her heart: "Can't you even control a weak man?"
"this……"
Another servant hurried over and said with a horrified look: "Miss Jing, Miss Jing, that gentleman has been hitting his wounds with his fists."
Jing Jiaren's body trembled, what on earth was he doing?
His wound was opened and the bullet was removed, but he was very weak.
Jing Jiaren couldn't bear it anymore, pushed the servant away and walked out.
Ximen Longting's room is next door.
The door was open, and a strong smell of blood and medicine came from inside.
Several servants who served him looked at him from a distance and did not dare to get closer——
Ximen Longting hunched over, his thin white nightgown stained with blood, his hair dripping with cold, and his face looked pale under the light.
"Master Ximen, I didn't lock you up, but I still kept so many servants to serve you and feed you delicious porridge. What else are you not satisfied with?" Jing Jiaren's mocking voice appeared.
Ximen Longting raised his face, his red pupils shining with a suffocating light.
"You are finally willing to come."
He tugged at his chapped lips.
It is said that after he woke up, he refused to take a sip of water and naturally did not eat anything.
It has been 13 hours since he was shot yesterday.
The medicine bottle that was hanging for him was also knocked over, and there was bright blood on the back of his hand...
"Why didn't you kill me with one shot?" He smiled coldly, "Are you reluctant to give up?"
"Change his medicine." Jing Jiaren avoided his gaze.
"Jing Jiaren, answer me!" He roared dullly and wanted to get out of bed again.
His limbs were so weak that he couldn't even stand steadily in his current condition. When the servant went to help him, he stared in horror, his eyes bloodshot.
Just that look in his eyes was scary, as if he was warning that anyone who dared to take a step closer to him would end badly.
"Are you afraid of a useless person with no strength?" Jing Jiaren walked over in a few steps, pressed Ximen Longting's shoulders, and asked him to lie down.
His big hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.
It was as if it grabbed her heart, and her heart was beating wildly.
He raised his face and stared at him: "You should just kill me."
"It is much more interesting to kill the prey with one knife than to lock him in a cage, torture him every day, tear his wounds, wrap them up and tear them apart..." Jing Jiaren said coldly, "This is
You taught me."
"..."
"Now that you have become my prisoner, I will return all the humiliation you have inflicted on me to you."
"..."
"Is this a good enough reason not to kill you?"
"..."
"Master Ximen, is this your retribution?" She traced his pale face with her fingers and smiled with indifference.
Suddenly, he punched himself in the abdomen with a heavy fist.
Blood flowed from the originally opened wound...
Jing Jiaren's heart seemed to be broken: "What are you doing?"
"Does it hurt?" he asked.
"..."
He hit it hard again.
Although the body is weak, the fist is very strong...
Jing Jiaren immediately grabbed his wrist: "Are you crazy?"
"I asked you if it hurts?" He sneered bloodthirstyly, "I just want to know if it hurts."
Jing Jiaren's heart ached greatly.
It was like a knife was picking words on the tip of her heart, grinding and hurting for a long time!