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

Jing Jiaren was in a daze for a moment: "Let him go."

"But he keeps calling your name and wants to get out of bed."

Jing Jia's heart stung: "Can't you even control a man with weak limbs?"

"This……"

Another servant hurried over and said with a look of shock, "Miss Jing, Miss Jing, that gentleman has been hitting his wound with his fist."

Jing Jiaren's body trembled, what the hell was he doing?

His wound had just been operated on, the bullet was removed, and he was very weak.

Jing Jiaren couldn't bear it anymore, she pushed the servant away and walked out.

Ximen Longting's room is next door.

The door was open, and there was a strong smell of blood and medicine coming from inside.

Several servants serving him looked at him from a distance, not daring to approach him——

Ximen Longting's body was hooked, his thin white nightgown was stained with blood, his hair dripped with coldness, and his face was pale even under the light.

"Master Ximen, you haven't been locked up, and so many servants are left to serve you and feed you delicious porridge, what else are you not satisfied with?" Jing Jiaren's mocking voice appeared.

Ximen Longting raised his face, his red pupils glowed with a suffocating light.

"You're finally willing to come."

He tugged at his chapped lips.

It is said that after he woke up, he didn't drink a sip of water, and naturally he didn't eat anything.

It has been 13 hours since he was shot yesterday.

The medicine bottle that was hanging for him was also knocked over, and the back of his hand picked out eye-catching blood...

"Why didn't you kill me with one shot?" He smiled coldly, "Are you reluctant?"

"Change his potion." Jing Jiaren avoided his gaze.

"Jing Jiaren, answer me!" He roared dully and wanted to get out of bed again.

His limbs were weak, and he couldn't even stand stably in his current condition. When the servant went to help him, he stared in horror, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Just that look is scary, as if warning that anyone who dares to take a step closer to him will end badly.

"A powerless cripple, are you also afraid?" Jing Jiaren walked over a few steps, pressed Ximen Longting's shoulders, and made him lie down.

The big hand grabbed her wrist violently.

It was like grabbing her heart, which was beating wildly.

He stared at him with his face up: "you should kill me directly."

"It's much more interesting to kill the prey with one knife, put him in a cage, torture him every day, tear his wounds, wrap them up and tear them apart..." Jing Jiaren said coldly, "This is You taught me."

"..."

"Now that you are my prisoner, I will give you back all the humiliation you inflicted on me before."

"..."

"Is this enough reason not to kill you?"

"..."

"Master Ximen, is this your retribution?" She traced his pale face with her fingers and smiled indifferently.

Suddenly, he punched himself heavily in the abdomen.

Blood flowed from the open wound...

Jing Jiaren's heart seemed to be broken: "What are you doing?"

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"..."

He smashed it hard again.

Although the body is weak, but the fist is very hard...

Jing Jiaren immediately grabbed his wrist: "Are you crazy?"

"I asked you if it hurts?" He sneered bloodthirstyly, "I just want to know, is it hurting you?"

Jing Jiaren's heart ached.

It's like a knife is picking at the tip of her heart, grinding the long pain!