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

Ximen Longting's eyes fell on Jing Jiaren: "Jing Jiaren, pour water!"

Jing Jiaren sat on the sofa with her head drooping, her pale face was hidden, and she couldn't see her discomfort.

Ximen Longting couldn't get used to the smell on his body, so he strode to the bathroom——

Although Jing Jiaren was very uncomfortable, she barely got up and went over, poured water and put it next to the bedside table.

It's also uncomfortable, she and He Zhiyao are treated very differently...

Of course, Jing Jiaren knew that she had asked for it, so she had no complaints.

Ximen Longting changed into his bathrobe and came out. He had obviously taken a cold shower, his hair was still wet and drooping messily and curlyly.A stream of water dripped sexyly down the neck.

Jing Jiaren looked at him in surprise——

At this time, he takes a cold bath?

He remembered that every time he was teased by her, he would rush into the bathroom to take a shower.

Just now, he hugged He Zhiyao all the way close to each other, and the first thing he did when he returned to his room and put her down was to rush into the bathroom.

Jing Jiaren's heart was full of mixed feelings, like a knot in her clothes.

"I asked you to pour the water?"

Jing Jiaren pointed to the bedside table with difficulty.

"What are you waiting for? Feed her." Ximen Longting was [-]% unwilling to get close to this woman, He Zhiyao, because the strong smell made him extremely uncomfortable.

Jing Jiaren looked at him with a smirk: "Why should I feed you?"

"Why can't you feed?"

"You treat me as a servant—?" Jing Jiaren's forehead was covered with thin sweat, her stomach was overwhelmed, and she could hardly stand upright.

Ximen Longting stared at her coldly: "You don't want to be a servant, you want to be my woman? It's fine, you can regret it anytime."

Jing Jiaren pressed her abdomen, finally couldn't hold it anymore, and slowly squatted down: "I don't feel well."

She huddled, her pale face buried between her knees.

Ximen Longting frowned: "Don't pretend to me, Jing Jiaren, you are usually in good health, but you have been pretending to be weak all day today!"

Jing Jiaren just squatted motionless, her shoulders trembling faintly...

Ximen Longting walked to her side and knelt on her back: "Jing Jiaren, don't play sympathy tickets for me, I won't accept that."

"..."

"Jing Jiaren?!"

Jing Jiaren couldn't take it anymore, she clenched her lower lip with her white teeth, and couldn't bear the pain anymore and fainted on the ground.

Ximen Longting lifted her arm and turned her over to see that her face, which she had been avoiding all this time, had turned gray, and it definitely wasn't a fake.

"Damn it!" Ximen Longting yelled loudly, "Doctor, come here and see if she wants anything, you all will be buried with her!"

The roar of tearing was loud and piercing~ extremely ear-piercing.

He Zhiyao, who had been lying quietly on the bed all this time, opened his tired eyes, and saw Ximen Longting's side face, which was so nervous that he was dying, a trace of thoughtfulness crossed his face.

……

Jing Jiaren finally got her wish. She was ill, had a high fever, and the fever was severe, and her whole mind was in a state of confusion.

Ximen Longting held her hand, the back of his hand was blistered, and there were red burn marks...

He squeezed the ointment and smeared it on the back of her hand himself.

The infusion bag dripped the drip quietly, Jing Jiaren frowned, and looked sad even in the drowsiness, with tears running down the corners of her eyes.

Ximen Longting's back stiffened, and he wiped her tears with his thumb.

Damn it, she was obviously very sad that he was kind to other women, why couldn't she just take this step bravely! ?

Jing Jiaren's lips were purple, and her face was as pale as paper.