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

Ximen Longting's eyelids were heavy, and his eyelashes moved, but they did not open again.

Jing Jiaren shook him vigorously again, strangely, he seemed to be unable to hear.

His body was hot as fire, unusually hot, unusually hot from last night to now.

And now, it seems to be even hotter!

There was plenty of air-conditioning in the room, Jing Jiaren's hands and feet were cold, and it would be very comfortable to sleep with such a hot body in his arms.

But now he wakes up, his fever is abnormal——

Jing Jiaren's hand was on his forehead, it was hotter than his body.I really didn't expect that a mighty and majestic man like him would get sick!

Lifting the corners of his mouth mockingly:

"Wake up." "Master Ximen, wake up." "Ximen Longting?"

"……"no respond.

"Pervert!" "Stupid, savage?"

"..." Still no response.

"Shang Yanxuan."

Suddenly, the red pupils opened suddenly, and the eyes were full of hostile killing intent, extremely terrifying and frightening.

Jing Jiaren was startled, but soon, the fierce lion slowly closed its eyes again, and fell asleep lifelessly.

Jing Jiaren: "..."

She knew that he was very hostile to the name Shang Yanxuan, as long as he mentioned it before, he would turn into an angry lion.But I didn't expect that he was so sick and so sensitive to these three words.

His possessiveness is really scary.

If he knew that the real Shang Yanxuan was not dead...

Jing Jia was panicked and thought wildly for a long time. An hour later, Ximen Longtou was still in a coma, but his arms were like iron tongs, tightly welding her and him together.

Unless he wakes up, she has no way to get out of his arms.

His body seemed to be getting hotter, and each breath became low and rough.

Jing Jiaren felt that she couldn't wait any longer, and looked around. The telephone was at the head of the bed, but this four-person bed was at least 3 meters wide——

out of reach.

Ximen Longtou's clothes fell to the floor, on the sofa, and the phone should be in his pocket.

Jing Jiaren started calling him again to wake him up, but this time he didn't even respond to ten words of "Shang Yanxuan".

Damn it, he has such a serious fever, if he doesn't get treated in time, he may become a big idiot.

Jing Jiaren struggled hard, his size pressed her so that there was no room for her to leave——

Even in a coma, he held her tightly, fearing that she would escape from his grasp.

Jing Jiaren tossed and tossed for a while, but was finally frustrated.She is actually not as strong as a comatose person!

Suddenly, a sinister idea appeared in her mind.

Why bother with him?Just pretend he doesn't know what to do, and let him continue to have such a high fever.

If he burns into an idiot, he won't be entangled with her anymore...

What if he dies?

Jing Jiaren frowned and bit her lip tightly. A bastard like him deserves his death!God's will!

Thinking of this, she was suddenly shocked by her viciousness.

No matter how bad he is to her, they have been together for such a long time, can she really die?

Jing Jiaren's mood was extremely complicated at this time.

Cruel-hearted, she closed her eyes and let him fend for himself!

After another hour, the manor became more and more noisy, with people coming and going, but the room was deadly silent.

Ximen Longting's face looked extremely pale, his lips were chapped and dehydrated, and his sweat-drenched hair drooped on his forehead.