Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

His dirty face looked like a naughty boy who had been playing on the beach for a long time. Jing Jiaren looked at him and couldn't help laughing softly, but when she smiled, her eyes filled with tears again.

After wiping his face clean with a towel, that handsome face appeared, no matter how much he couldn't get enough of it.

Jing Jiaren suddenly thought that it was God's will that the sketchbook was washed away, because a lot of her words were written in it...

But Ximen Longting wanted the sketch so much, why couldn't she draw it for him?

Thinking of the picture of him secretly going to pry that drawer in the morning, he is such a big boy to be stubborn.

Jing Jiaren just smiled and wiped him. When he wiped his whole body clean, there was a thick layer of sand in the basin.

Changed N basins of water and wiped it clean for the last time.

Jing Jiaren covered him with a quilt and picked up a pen.

Her fingers were slightly stinging from being soaked in water, and it was inconvenient to draw with her hands wrapped in rice dumplings, and she couldn't even hold the pen steadily.

Jing Jiaren tried to draw a few times, but it didn't work at all.

Had to take off the bandages...

The night gradually deepened.

The pen makes a light rubbing sound on the paper, the wound is scratched by the pen, it hurts, and sometimes it will crack...

Jing Jiaren frowned slightly, bit her lip, and could endure any pain.

Suddenly, a wound was finally squeezed open, a drop of blood fell and hit the drawing paper...

dirty.

I painted half of the painting well, and it's just dirty!

Jing Jiaren was very disappointed. She found a few OK stickers in the cabinet and repainted them.

Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows slightly, his throat was extremely dry, as if it was on fire, and his stomach was hungry and colic, he hadn't eaten since he woke up in the morning.

Wearily opened his eyes, the scenes in front of him overlapped in a daze, the sky was dim and the earth was dark.

He was coughing, and there was still a fishy sweetness in his throat, which was the blood he coughed up in his throat before he passed out.

Jing Jiaren crawled on the bed and took a nap. She cried for too long and her mind was dizzy. She was really sleepy.

Hearing a faint cough, she raised her face and saw that Ximen Longting had woken up and was looking at the drawing paper.

"You're awake." Jing Jiaren rubbed her eyes and looked at the clock. "You've been in a coma for more than five hours."

Ximen Longting raised the paper in his hand coldly: "What is this?"

"Didn't you dig a sketch in the beach this afternoon? Since you want it so much, I'll draw another one for you."

Ximen Longting stared at her deeply.

"You said you wanted to see what you look like in my eyes, and you in the painting are you in my eyes."

In the painting, Ximen Longting closed his eyes, like a hybrid of angels and demons...

It is not only evil and bloodthirsty arrogance, but also noble and stern elegance.

A vicious hand stretched out and grabbed her collar: "What is this?"

"..."

"Sympathy? Or pity?" He laughed wildly, "I want it, so you give it to me?"

"no……"

"Or, you're afraid that I won't let you go, so hurry up to please me, aren't you?"

Why does he have to think of the worst in everything she does, and think of her as the worst woman.

Jing Jiaren's mouth moved, and she chose to remain silent as usual.

Ximen Longting hated her silence the most, never explaining and ignoring her.Is it because his existence is not worth any explanation from her! ?

"Who said I wanted it?"

The drawing paper suddenly split in two in his hands!

Ximen Longting ruthlessly tore up the sketch that she had drawn with her painstaking efforts, and it was turned into a handful of fragments in an instant.