It turned out that he had been looking at Jing Jiaren, and it was her who was being sentimental and came here to humiliate herself.
"Why don't you get out quickly?"
Ximen Longting looked at the red wine juice splashed on his sleeves and his face was very unhappy.
AMY's makeup was completely messed up, her eyelashes were turned up, and she looked as embarrassed as she wanted.
There was a vague flash light, and AMY covered her face and shouted: "No photos allowed!"
"..."
"This is a private club, no photography is allowed. Who took a photo of me just now?!"
The waiter apologized profusely and said he would take care of the matter.
The assistant held AMY's hand: "Let's go first. The longer we stay, the worse the impact will be on you."
AMY stamped her foot fiercely, glanced at Jing Jiaren, and ran away.
…
Jing Jiaren pursed her lips, and her eyes met Ximen Longting's. He smiled handsomely, and only when he looked at her did he see that deep endearment, mixed with dominance.
The injured right hand was wrapped several times with a hair tie, and a crystal wine glass was clasped in it.
That hair tie...
When Ximen Longting was injured last time, Jing Jiaren took it out of his hair and tied it for him.
I didn't expect that he still kept it.
Jing Jiaren didn't want to play hide-and-seek anymore, so she straightened up and walked over.
Ximen Longting raised his chin slightly, stared at her as she approached, and said with admiration: "Your hair style is beautiful today."
"..."
"The orange color matches your skin very well, I like it."
Jing Jiaren felt warm in her heart, stared at him and asked, "Why have you been following me?"
"Didn't you say you want time to calm down? I'll give you time to calm down... without getting close to you, that's enough?!"
Jing Jiaren's eyes widened: "...you don't want to get close?"
"Before this, I have always kept at least five meters away from you."
"..."
"I didn't bother you?"
Jing Jiaren was speechless, what on earth was this man thinking?
"Your presence has seriously disturbed me! Even if you are doing nothing on the side... just watching me..."
Jing Jiaren stopped talking in the middle of her words, her clear eyes looking as confused as a deer's.
Ximen Longting wanted to hold her in his arms and kiss her hard.
He suppressed the restlessness in his heart: "I just look at you, what?"
Jing Jiaren's cheeks felt slightly hot, and she didn't know if she was blushing or not.
Damn it, why is there nothing you can do against Ximen Longting!?
"You can treat me as a stranger...how can my presence disturb you?"
"But you are not a stranger!"
"Then what am I?" Ximen Longting's voice was magnetic, "What am I in your heart?"
His voice was like a piece of wood hitting a big bell, and her heart trembled heavily.
Yes, in her mind, just breathing can seriously interfere with her existence.
Jing Jiaren turned her face away: "You are making excuses. How can a stranger keep staring at me?"
There was a flash of ice in Ximen Longting's eyes: "Is it enough as long as I don't look at you?"
Jing Jiaren: "..."
"OK, from now on, I won't look at you."
Ximen Longting looked away and took a sip of wine...
Jing Jiaren said in a loud voice: "You can't even exist in my sight! Ximen Longting, I told you to stay away!"
"I have gone far enough! Do you have to force me to death?" He said hoarsely.
The clubhouse was unusually quiet, and Jing Jiaren felt many eyes on them... They looked like a quarreling couple.