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

The sketchbook on her lap slid onto the bed.

Ximen Longting took the notebook and was about to open it...

"Don't drive!" Jing Jiaren immediately stopped her and rushed over.

Ximen Longting frowned: "What's inside?"

"Well...it was a sketch I drew for you when I was bored last night when I was taking care of you." Jing Jiaren smiled softly, "It's you, what's so interesting about it."

"I want to see what I look like in your eyes." Ximen Longting grabbed it with interest.

"No, now is not the time."

"Why?"

"I haven't finished drawing yet... Besides, I still have to write in it," Jing Jiaren stared at him, "If you read it now, I won't draw the rest. If I want to tell you, I I didn't write any more."

Ximen Longting narrowed his eyes slightly: "I won't allow it!"

"..."

"If you have anything to say to me, write it to me now."

"I still have to think about it...you let me think about it." Jing Jiaren picked up her sketchbook, "Let go?"

Despite his reluctance, President Ximen let go, and watched as Jing Jiaren picked up the sketchbook, put it on the locked drawer, took out the key, and put it in his pocket.

Ximen Longting stared at her: "Are you just guarding against me like a thief?"

"If you don't look, you're certainly not a thief."

"I won't read it. Wife, I'll read it when you give it to me."

"Well, come on, put the thermometer in your mouth and see how high you are." Jing Jiaren flicked the thermometer and put it in Ximen Longting's mouth.

"Then you have a good rest now, I'll go down and make you something to eat, remember, don't mess with that drawer."

Ximen Longting raised her hand and kissed the back of her hand.

Jing Jiaren also kissed him, got up and went out.

Three minutes later, Jing Jiaren suddenly opened the door again, and saw Ximen Longting standing in front of the drawer, tinkering with it.

Jing Jiaren raised her eyebrows: "It seems that you really don't plan to watch it."

"..."

"It's said that you are sick, go to bed and lie down quickly." Jing Jiaren stared at him with a cold face.

He clearly caught a cold, and he left the bed and dangled around without any clothes on!

Ximen Longting lay back on the bed with a serious expression, and Jing Jiaren adjusted the quilt for him: "You are not allowed to get out of bed anymore, and you are not allowed to take off the towel I put on your forehead, do you hear me?!"

It's like educating children.

Ximen Longting laughed dumbfounded: "Do you regard me as your son?"

As soon as he spoke, the thermometer fell out of his mouth.

"Don't speak!"

Jing Jiaren picked up the thermometer, but luckily the body temperature had been measured, and the high fever was not serious, 38 degrees.

"Honey, give me a kiss before leaving." Ximen Longting proposed domineeringly.

"You didn't brush your teeth!"

"You despise?"

"Well, it's disgusting."

Ximen Longting made a gesture to get up and brush his teeth. Jing Jiaren held him back and said with a headache, "Wouldn't it be better to wait for you to wash after I finish making breakfast? It's the same to kiss you then."

"That was the breakfast kiss, and I want a good morning kiss now."

"how long?"

"10 minutes."

"I will only give you one minute." Jing Jiaren adjusted her watch, "When the time is up, you are not allowed to play tricks."

Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows: "When did you care so much?"

"1 minute, kiss or not?"

"I won't let it go for even half a second..."

As a result, it was 10 minutes after this good morning kiss ended.