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

"Ximen Longting, you are enough."

Ximen Long smiled brightly and said, "Look, I've made you angry again. Leng Lintian won't?"

"You don't know why, why do you have to mention him?"

"You brought it up first."

Jing Jiaren tried her best to suppress her anger: "Why do we have to quarrel when we get along, I'm so tired."

"I've been catering to you, and it's you who are looking for a fight."

"So, our personalities are not suitable." Jing Jiaren went to grab a cigarette again, "Your health is not good, stop smoking."

Ximen Longting put it into his mouth viciously, and sucked it greedily: "It's like your smell. I know it's harmful to my body, but I can't quit it. Especially the more I miss you, the more I can't quit it."

Jing Jiaren's heart throbbed.

"I told you to stop smoking!" She forcibly grabbed the cigarette butt, the flame from the cigarette butt burned her, and she flinched subconsciously.

Ximen Longting finally put out the cigarette and grabbed her hand: "Is it too hot?"

"No."

"Next time you see danger, don't rush forward." His thumb rubbed her palm, "You haven't answered my question, what would you do if I disappeared from your world?" Sample?"

"What exactly do you want to ask?"

"I'm worried that you will suffer from insomnia again, and scratch your arm..." He rolled up her sleeves, stroking the scar on her arm...

"Who said I drew these for you?" Jing Jiaren was surprised.

"The servant of the Leng family."

"Do you believe what they say?"

Ximen Longting squinted his eyes: "They also said, you draw my portrait."

"Where's the evidence?" Jing Jia refused to admit it, because she didn't want him to worry, "Where is the painting? I'm afraid the servants said it to please you."

Ximen Longting grabbed her arm: "These wounds are evidence."

"These injuries really have nothing to do with you."

"Is it?"

"Yes."

"It's not the best." Ximen Longting actually didn't force her to admit it like before, he held her hand tightly and pressed it against his heart, "If it is, I will feel very distressed."

"Ximen Longting, I am different from you. I can live without love."

Ximen Longting rolled up his beautiful lips: "You are telling me that you can live without me. And live well."

"This world is like this, whoever leaves will lose their lives?" Jing Jiaren put down her sleeves, not letting him look at it again, "I am very independent."

Jing Jiaren's eyes were wet, and she didn't know why she felt very sad when talking about topics today.

She quickly turned her head to look at the door, avoiding eye contact: "Strange, why the doctor hasn't come yet."

Ximen Longting twisted her chin back: "I have always had a question."

Jing Jiaren pushed back the mist in her eyes: "What's the problem?"

"You love me, why do you push me away?"

"Love does not mean possession. As long as the other person is happy, I will be happy for him from the bottom of my heart. We are not happy together."

"The person I love, her happiness can only be given by me, and I don't trust others to give her happiness."

"Then you haven't thought that you can't give me my happiness?"

Ximen Longting nodded his head, as if he was seriously thinking about this problem, with his bangs hanging down, he said deeply: "So, love doesn't mean being together."

"Um……"

Jing Jiaren's voice suddenly became hoarse, and she coughed uncomfortably: "Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"