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

Wilson then led the way and walked in front: "Miss Jing, the young master has been calling your name in a daze. It's good that you come."

Jing Jia's mind was heavy. It's not that she didn't see that Ximen Longting had been ill, so she pinched the palm of her own hand to let herself relax.

……

Ximen Longting was lying on the bed, his handsome face was pale, his eyes were closed tightly, he didn't look as serious as he imagined.

SUN stood beside the bed, holding Ximen Longting's hand: "Queen, look, he is so sick that he can't even get up!"

"..."

"Poor King, Uncle Wilson, give him some water?"

SUN seemed to sympathize with a sick puppy, lying on the bedside, stroking Ximen Longting's hair.

Jing Jiaren pulled SUN over: "Don't get too close, are you afraid of contagion?"

"..."

"Children's resistance is low, I'm doing it for your own good, you know?"

SUN was separated, saw Jing Jiaren approaching, bent down to look at Ximen Longting: "The queen is so close, is she not afraid of infection?"

"I'm fine, I'm an adult."

Two servants are putting flowers into vases...

The cosmos that was inserted in the vase was taken out and thrown into the basket. At first glance, it was a variety imported from abroad.

A precious vase with cheap flowers that Jing Jiaren bought from a flower shop...

"Ximen Longting?" Jing Jiaren frowned and called out softly.

Ximen Longting didn't respond, and fell into a deep sleep, his face became a little thinner in her shadow.

Jing Jiaren's heart twitched tightly. How many days has it been since she looked at Ximen Longting's face seriously?

From the day she brought SUN back from City B and said goodbye to him...

SUN has gained a lot of weight, and his red face has regained its mellow luster, which is full of sunshine and vitality.

But Ximen Longting lost weight rapidly, and the father and son were just the opposite.

It seems that Ximen Longting's nutrition has been deprived by SUN...

"Young master, let's go down and make some soup for the young master?" Wilson was very good at observing words and expressions.

"But..." SUN raised his pretty face, saw Wilson winking, and suddenly understood, "(⊙o⊙) Oh, then baby SUN is going to make soup!"

As soon as Wilson left, the two servants consciously left one after the other and closed the door.

For an instant, only the two of them were left in the room... It was surprisingly quiet.

"Ximen Longting, can you hear me?" Jing Jiaren called again tentatively, but after receiving no response, she felt relieved and bold.

Her fingertips landed on his face, gently sweeping his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, and onto his thin lips.

His lips were a little dry, it was indeed a sign that he hadn't eaten for a long time...

Jing Jiaren's heart seemed to be tightened by a thread. Ever since she saw him lying here, she had started to feel guilty and hurt, but now, she began to regret it even more.

Is it a fool?Only he would be so stupid to wait outside all night.

Suddenly, Jing Jiaren had a flash of inspiration, he was still wearing the clothes he saw at the hot spring hotel last night.

If he had a relationship with Ji Zihan later, at least there would be hickey marks on his body, right?

Jing Jiaren held her breath, held his collar with her hand, and checked his chest...

No abnormalities were found.

He unbuttoned him one by one, and opened his shirt.

Jing Jiaren, what do you look like now?Stop your stupidity.

Jing Jiaren bit her lip, but couldn't help but leaned over to smell him...