Ximen Longting's eyelashes were thick and long, and he fell into a deep sleep.
Jing Jiaren gently wiped his beautiful eyes, nose, eyebrows...
Wipe the blood from his mouth.
He was injured, but he didn't let anyone get close to take care of him. He hadn't taken a bath yet - of course, he wasn't allowed to touch the water for the wound.
But he hadn't even been scrubbed, and his body exuded a strong smell of blood, which made him stink.
Jing Jiaren filled a basin of water again and unbuttoned his clothes...
I helped him scrub his whole body thoroughly and asked the servant to bring him clean clothes.
Jing Jiaren wiped her sweat. He was so heavy and he couldn't move around the wound. It was difficult to take off his clothes.
While she was struggling, a hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.
Jing Jiaren felt his power and her whole body moved...
He woke up.
Did he see it wrong? She was taking care of him!
He actually woke up five minutes ago. He smelled her breath, and the lingering smell pulled him and made him wake up from the darkness.
He wanted to indulge forever, but he was afraid that this was just a one-time dream.
"It's you." His deep voice echoed in her ears, "Jing Jiaren, is it you?"
Jing Jiaren was shocked.
"Are you taking care of me?"
"You're in shock." Jing Jiaren immediately distanced herself and her voice became flat, "The taste of blood is in your mouth. Rinse your mouth."
"..."
"Rinse his mouth."
Jing Jiaren opened his hand and moved away from the bed.
The servant was holding a water glass. As soon as he got closer, the water glass was knocked over...
He smiled coldly and said, "Don't you care about me? Why did you come to see me in the middle of the night?"
Jing Jiaren pursed her lips tightly.
"Why did you secretly take care of me while I was sleeping? Knowing that you can't see anyone, aren't you afraid that your king will be unhappy?!"
"You are thinking too much!" Jing Jiaren said seriously, "I just heard the news that you were dead, so I came here to see your remains."
"Uh..." the servant said hesitantly, "You were in shock for five minutes just now, with no heartbeat or breathing. We really thought you were dead."
"My husband is not at home tonight, so if you are really dead, I have to think about how to deal with the body." Jing Jiaren hardened her heart, "Also, your smell is too strong, that's why I came here.
If you stand there for a while, you will become unbearable."
"..."
"This house stinks so bad that I don't even want to come in!"
"..."
"In addition, you had a serious stomach problem, which caused you to cough up blood and go into shock." Jing Jiaren stared at him steadily, "If you don't eat in the future, I'm afraid you will really die one day."
"Aren't you very happy that I'm dead?"
"I said, I don't want the prey to die immediately, because - my revenge against you has just begun."
Ximen Longting's lips curled up strangely.
Originally, he thought that he was not afraid of her revenge. He would rather be hated by her than let her forget him.
But if her revenge had something to do with another man, he wouldn't be able to tolerate the slightest bit of sand in his eyes.
He would never tolerate her marrying someone else, climbing into another man's bed, and having children for him.
But now, Jing Jiaren has done it all - only the last step is left.
She couldn't wait to show him her happiness, using her happiness to torture his misfortune.
For Ximen Longting, the most cruel thing is undoubtedly the woman he loves so much, who is willing to shoot him with a gun...