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

Jing Jiaren did have an upset stomach, she was disgusted by the cake yesterday, and she looked bad early in the morning.

There were messy footsteps outside the door.

Ximen Longting came in with two doctors and walked to the bedside: "I feel uncomfortable in my stomach, why don't you ask the doctor to have a look?"

Jing Jiaren pursed her lips, turned her face away and said nothing.

"Check her out."

The two doctors checked Jing Jiaren, and there was no other serious problem: "Maybe it's because of a bad stomach, just prescribe some medicine and take it."

Ximen Longting pulled her chin, looked at her pale face: "Are you sure there are no other problems?"

"No no."

Ximen Longting beckoned, and the doctor ordered the servant to buy medicine.

Ximen Longting poured a glass of warm water and came over: "Woman, you are no longer a three-year-old child, and you don't even know how to take care of yourself?"

"..."

"I'm uncomfortable, but you can think of calling me." He slightly curled his lower lip, as if he was very happy, but felt that Jing Jiaren's behavior was abnormal.

But at this time, the feeling of being depended on was greater than his doubts about her abnormality.He didn't think much of it.

Wen Xinnuan hurried over: "I'll come, I'll feed the beauty."

Ximen Longting glanced coldly.

Wen Xinnuan shrank again: "I...I'll go out..."

Ximen Longting leaned over, helped the beauty and gave her half a glass of water: "I feel uncomfortable in my stomach, drink more hot water."

"..."

"What a warm belly."

Jing Jiaren looked at him, and suddenly grabbed his hand: "Your palm is very warm, I don't mind if you warm my stomach."

Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows, what is this little woman thinking about today?

Jing Jiaren pulled him: "Come up, sleep with me for a while."

The voice changed from the usual tough one, with a bit of coquettish taste.

Ximen Longting was completely unable to resist such Jing Jiaren, put down his water glass, took off his coat, and slept next to her.

Jing Jiaren held his fiery palm, stretched it under the quilt, and stuck it to her stomach: "Why are your palms so warm..."

Ximen Longting found a position to sleep well: "To warm you when you are cold."

"Heh..." I really know how to say love words.

"Better comfortable?"

Jing Jiaren felt under the pillow, took out a bottle of sesame oil, and lifted the lid: "Smell it, does it smell good?"

Ximen Longting took a big breath unpreparedly, the scent of lavender mixed with the smell of herbs.

"This is good for sleep. I think you haven't slept well these days, you got up so early..."

Ximen Longting looked at her questioningly: "When did you care about me so much?"

"I figured it out, I won't be angry with you anymore." Jing Jiaren smiled slightly, "Just now I told myself that if you come back, I won't be angry, and if you don't come back, I will never forgive you!"

Ximen Longting stared at her deeply: "Is this a temptation for me?"

"Ah."

"Are you really not angry with me?" He held her chin and pecked her lips.These days, he is not feeling well at all.

Even if she doesn't forgive him, he will try to make peace after today...

Originally, he just wanted to kiss her, but he couldn't bear to let her go, and became even more attached to this kiss.

His hot breath surrounded her...

Seeing that the kiss was about to get deeper and deeper, a sense of drowsiness suddenly hit him, making him tired and lose strength.

Jing Jiaren's face gradually blurred in front of him: "Are you sleepy?"