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

Jing Jiaren's heart ached, he had never looked at him like this before.

"Go back to bed." He ordered coldly.

"..."

"You need rest."

He put down his hand, half a meter away from her.

Jing Jiaren was about to approach him, but he actually took a step back: "I'll tell you to go back to bed!"

Jing Jiaren's figure suddenly froze in mid-air: "What's wrong with me?"

"..."

"Why are you so afraid of me?"

"..."

"What kind of virus do I have?" She looked at him incredulously, "I will infect you?"

Did he know that she was ill?But it was found that she was contagious?

Ximen Longting sneered: "From today onwards, we'd better keep our distance."

Away from the haughty tone.

Jing Jiaren didn't seem to understand?

keep distance?Ximen Longting said this?One day it will be said by him...

He wanted to keep a distance from her... Is he still Ximen Longting?

Wilson knocked on the door, came in with some tea, and was quite surprised to see that Jing Jiaren had woken up.

"Miss Elizabeth, are you all right?"

Ximen Longting turned around and continued to press the photos and thumbtacks against the wall: "Help her to bed and rest."

In the past, it was natural that he hugged her domineeringly by the waist and put her on the bed.

How could he let other men touch her—of course, neither could Wilson.

Hearing the young master's order, Wilson was also stunned, and stood there holding the water.

"No need, I have hands and feet, and I can move by myself."

Jing Jiaren walked back to the bed, took a look at the mirror on the bedside table, the bandage was wrapped, and some blood flowed from the wound.

She remembered that when she was in pain last night, she grabbed the vase and smashed her head.

A wry smile curled up at the corner of his mouth: "It's because I was injured and I didn't take good care of my body, so you are angry, aren't you?"

"..."

"I did not do it on purpose."

As soon as Ximen Longting's hand pressed, the thumbtack flipped and almost turned over and stuck into his finger.

He exuded a terrifying aura, but remained silent.

Jing Jiaren lay down and said, "I really didn't mean to!"

No one wants to intentionally hurt themselves.

Ximen Longting said coldly: "You are the only one in the bathroom!"

"..."

And the remaining half of the vase is still in her hand.

"You don't want to tell me that the wound on your head was attacked by someone else?"

"I……"

"In order to reject me, you will not hesitate to do this." Ximen Longting came back to his senses, staring at her coldly, "You can think of any way..."

Jing Jiaren probably knew what Ximen Longting had misunderstood.

"You crazy woman, you should see a doctor."

He looked at her like she was a madman with a crazy brain!

"You think I hurt myself on purpose to avoid you?" Jing Jiaren asked in disbelief.

Although she didn't want Leng Aofeng to see their intimate scenes, she would not use such an extreme method.

"The expression is very sincere," he examined her, "but the lines are too pale and unconvincing!"

"..."

"With your personality, you should make up a whole set of lies...the clothes are perfect, so I can't find a single loophole." He looked at the pinhole on his finger, he didn't know when it was punctured, and there was some slight pain, The wound was not obvious, but when squeezed, a drop of blood came out.

It's like every time she hurts him, there are wounds that are invisible to the naked eye...