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

She wiped her eyes quickly to keep the tears from falling on his face.

But at this moment, Ruby's pupils opened, facing her squarely.

Jing Jiaren looked at him in surprise, and he also stared at her——

There was only a dim bedside lamp on in the room, and they had been looking at each other through cold masks for the past ten days.

He squeezed her hand coldly: "Who allows you to take off my mask!?"

"I'd like to see you……"

Jing Jiaren's voice was unbearably aggrieved.His nose was sore, and tears were about to overflow uncontrollably.

Ximen Longting stared at her solemnly: "Why are you crying?"

"No... I didn't cry!"

"Jing Jiaren," he wanted to say something, but his lips moved, "I'm afraid you will pity me!"

"It's not pitiful... how could it be pitiful?" Jing Jiaren finally couldn't hold back her tears and rolled down, "I feel distressed."

The back of her hand was wiping tears.

"Every time you have a stomach attack and you drive me away when you are in pain, my heart hurts."

"You need chemotherapy, you eat and take a bath, and you also need to send me away...I imagine you are suffering from illness, and I feel very distressed."

"I really love you so much, I wish I could become a part of you and share the burden for you..."

Ximen Longting wiped her tears with rough fingers: "I thought you were very brave."

"I don't usually show it, because I don't want the sadness to infect you." Jing Jiaren sucked her nose hard.

I can't remember how many nights she was so worried that she couldn't sleep...

But she didn't even dare to cry too presumptuously.

He was afraid that Ximen Longting would be worried if his eyes were swollen the next day, and that he would wake up Ximen Longting if he cried too loudly.

"Why did you wake up?" she asked in a low voice, "Usually you sleep deeply."

Ximen Longting's voice was hoarse, and his eyes indicated the following.

It was only then that Jing Jiaren realized that when she leaned over to take off his mask, her knees were impartial, just pressing on his masculine dignity...

At this time, he already had a huge reaction.

But Jing Jiaren was completely immersed in sad thoughts just now, how could she feel it?

She hurriedly moved her knee away: "I'm pressing on you..."

Ximen Longting squeezed her chin fiercely: "You only know?"

"I woke you down there, that's why you woke up?" she asked.

"Your question is very profound." He hooked his lower lip evilly, "I don't know whether I wake up first from the bottom or the top."

"You misinterpreted me on purpose." She found herself asking a stupid question inadvertently.

Ximen Longting held her tightly: "Since you woke me up, what should I do?"

"What do you want?"

"Don't you want to help me realize my wish?" He said wickedly, "Now there is a great opportunity in front of you."

"Show me your wounds..."

The wound is fully healed.

With bloodshot eyes, Ximen Longting tore at his shirt, and two buttons fell off.

"It's too barbaric, I'll do it." Jing Jiaren unbuttoned the remaining buttons, opened his shirt, and saw the wound on his abdomen that circled like a centipede, which had scabbed over and was not a big hindrance.

"Will it leave a scar?"

"I'm a man, and having scars is also a record." His eyes had completely changed color, and his body was filled with a deep and extremely lustful aura, "Sit up."

He supported her with one hand, separated his slender legs, and sat on her.

Ximen Longting snorted dully: "Help me take off my pants."