The moment she shot him, she discovered that no matter how many things he did to her to hurt her, no matter how indifferent she pretended to be, she was still deceiving herself. She couldn't deceive her own heart at all.
At this moment, her heart ached as if it was bleeding...
"I don't feel any pain." But words that came out of his mouth were particularly cold and heartless.
Ximen Longting's fist was also stained with eye-catching blood.
"The more seriously you are injured, the happier I am." Jing Jiaren held his hand tightly, "As long as you can't die, you can torture yourself no matter what. But I'm afraid that your wound will be infected. What will happen if you die?"
Then the game wouldn’t be fun.”
Ximen Longting also laughed strangely.
Although he is a prisoner, his aura is fierce and unyielding...
"What are you guys doing here? Why don't you call him a doctor?"
Several servants were slow to understand.
"Get a glass of water...then go down and make a bowl of porridge."
Just after giving all these instructions, Jing Jiaren felt her waist tighten, and he pulled her over while she wasn't paying attention.
By the time she reacted, the male scent had already entered her nose...
Ximen Longting bit her lips fiercely, pried open her teeth wantonly, and kissed her in.
Infatuated with her scent...
Jing Jiaren's mind went blank for a moment.
My heart felt like it was invaded by enemy troops in an instant...
But soon, she pushed him away! Although his limbs were weak, his strength was not much inferior to hers.
Only at this time can her strength match his and be able to subdue him.
"What are you doing?" Jing Jiaren glared at him angrily.
Ximen Longting curled his lips and smiled coldly: "It is also my happiness to be tortured by you."
"..."
"Beautiful lady, what I'm most afraid of is that you run away from me... If you stay by my side, you might as well torture me for the rest of your life." His deep voice came.
When I heard Jing Jiaren, I felt like crying.
There was something strange in her eyes, but she quickly told herself that he was best at sweet words.
These are all lies. Everything he did for her was done to other women.
"Don't talk nonsense, I will torture you until you would rather die."
Ximen Longting smiled: "Welcome to your torture."
His hand grabbed the back of her head, and he was about to lean in to kiss her again.
Jing Jiaren saw through the motive this time and swerved out of the way: "That's enough!"
"..."
"Now you are my slave, don't think you are still in your territory - do whatever you want to me!"
"Then how are you going to enslave me?" He stared at her, "I lie here and you can do whatever you want."
Jing Jiaren said angrily: "Give it up, I won't go to bed with you."
"Really? Isn't that a pity... I'm so good in bed."
"It's a pity that it's not as good as Leng Lintian..."
Ximen Longting's eyes were pierced, and the expression on his face turned cold.
He could tolerate all her tortures, but he could not tolerate anyone else between them.
She cannot tolerate her body and heart being possessed by others...
"I'm already married to him." Jing Jiaren seemed to be deliberately opening his wounds, "I am Mrs. Leng now."
"..."
"Didn't you want to find me a husband? Sorry, I found one myself."
"Mrs. Leng." He uttered these three words mockingly.
It was so uncomfortable to hear it in Jing Jiaren's ears...
"Our child turned into a puddle of blood again?" he asked, staring at her flat belly.