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

"Go wake the doctor up!"

"The queen is sick!?"

Ximen Longting hugged Jing Jiaren and went straight to the master bedroom on the second floor, and put her under the warm blanket.

Over there, SUN has rushed to smash the door of the servant's room...

Jing Jiaren was nestled under the quilt, and Ximen Longting rubbed his palms to warm up her body, rubbing blood all over her body.

Jing Jiaren's cheeks were reddish, her lips were pale, and her forehead was hot...

Ximen Longting felt that she was unhealthy, pressed the back of his hand to her forehead, and immediately gritted his teeth in hatred: "Damn it!"

"..."

"Do you know how troublesome it is for a pregnant woman to have a high fever? You can't get injections, you can't take medicine casually... In England, who will take care of you when you are alone?" Ximen Longting scolded angrily, "How could you be so disrespectful to yourself!"

If Jing Jiaren had been ill back then... Thinking of such a situation, Ximen Longting hated her even more.

Apart from his secret annoyance, he hated himself even more.

She was working so hard to give birth to him, and what else had he done for her besides degrading himself?

"Ximen Longting..." Jing Jiaren held onto him tightly, "I know, this is my imagination, as soon as I wake up, you will disappear..."

"..."

"But, let me take a look at you, just a glance." Jing Jiaren's voice was slightly hoarse, and she stroked his cheek with her fingers.

She wanted to see him, his face...

Ximen Longting grabbed the beard with his hand and tore it off forcefully, the glue sticking to the flesh.

Fortunately, it was a human skin mask. If the beard had stuck to his face, a piece of skin would have been torn off.

The texture of the human skin mask is very good, and it cannot be torn off no matter what.

"Wait for me... 5 minutes!"

Ximen Longting rushed into the bathroom, rummaging through boxes and boxes to find...

He placed the face-changing tool here in case of emergency.

Quickly find the degummed potion and apply it on the face.

Here, Jing Jiaren has already pushed open the door, staggering a bit.

"What are you doing!?"

"Don't go..." Jing Jiaren tried her best to suppress the emotion of wanting to cry, and stared at him closely.

Ximen Longting's heart warmed, this woman...would rather find his existence in imagination than push him away in reality?

Her love was too sensible, and she was too hard on herself.

Jing Jiaren came up behind him, hugged him, and smelled his scent...

"Ximen Longting, I'm so tired... Sometimes I really feel like I can't go on anymore... But I still have you... and our child..."

Ximen Longting pressed his hand on the sink, his eyes were so deep that they hurt.

The human skin mask on the face is stained with degumming water, and it is gradually detaching from the face...

Before it was completely detached, he had already torn it off, his cheeks wrinkled in pain.

"Not cold? Go back to bed ~ go up!"

Jing Jiaren was carried back to the bed quickly, her fingers slid on his cheeks, as if she hadn't seen him for a long time, her eyes were frank and caring.

"You've darkened a lot..." She had crooked eyebrows, not used to the bronze-skinned Ximen Longting.

At this time, SUN rushed in with the doctor, and immediately covered his eyes exaggeratedly when he saw this affectionate scene.

"Oh, is it the wrong time..."

A pair of red pupils peeked through the fingers nimbly.

Ximen Longting stared at him fiercely, and rushed towards the doctor with displeasure: "What are you still doing in a daze? She has a fever, come and have a look!"

Jing Jiaren has a high fever, not low, 40°.

No wonder she was so confused that she couldn't tell the difference between reality and fantasy...