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

Jing Jiaren turned around, and the needle-pricking pain appeared in her heart.

As long as she is awake, she will miss Ximen Longting, and the guilt in her heart will be overwhelming.

She walked into the bathroom indifferently, flipped through the drawer, and found that the razor blade she had kept in it was gone.

Jing Jiaren opened the door and asked the servant, "Did you put away the blades I put in the drawer?"

"What blade?"

"Forget it... don't touch my things casually in the future!"

Jing Jiaren closed the bathroom door and frowned, the sudden pain was too much for her to bear.

She paced back and forth across the room, clutching at her hair.

She thinks she may have psychotic symptoms...

There is a certain time every day, and I am extremely depressed.

Finding an electric razor, Jing Jiaren opened the slot and took out the blade.

It turns out that pain is addictive.

This has become her most normal way since she cut the blood on her arm for the first time to relieve stress.

She rolled up her sleeves, and cut off her white arms vigorously.

The pain made her close her eyes, and she felt less guilty towards Ximen Longting.

Suddenly the door of the bathroom slammed open...

Jing Jiaren didn't react, her hand holding the blade was clenched violently!

Jing Jiaren was slightly taken aback, seeing Leng Lintian staring at her angrily!

"What are you doing? Self-harm?"

Jing Jiaren was slightly surprised.

"Tell me, Jing Jiaren, are you hurting yourself?"

Jing Jiaren took a deep breath: "What do I do, what does it matter to you?"

"You are my wife, what does it matter to me?"

"Wife?" Jing Jiaren rolled her lips and smiled, "I'm just your revenge and fertility tool!"

"..."

"Don't worry, these small cuts will not affect the child's health, nor will it affect your revenge against Ximen Longting!" Jing Jiaren said happily, but her jaw was suddenly strangled.

Leng Lintian tightly pinched her jaws: "I think a strong woman is just so fragile that she can't stand a single blow."

"...I'm just fragile, how about it?" Jing Jiaren sneered, "It turns out that you put away my blade."

It was the servant who heard that Jing Jia was looking for blades just now, so he rushed to look for Leng Lintian immediately, right?

Look at the sweat on his forehead, he was out of breath from running, and he is still panting until now.

Jing Jiaren smiled slightly. What exactly does he care about?

"Give me the blade." Leng Lintian strangled her wrist.

Jing Jiaren squeezed tightly and refused to give it.

"Jing Jiaren!" He growled.

"Seeing me so uncomfortable, shouldn't you feel comfortable? You have revenge on Ximen Longting, but you don't want me to feel better..."

Leng Lintian's eyes were dark, and he went to snatch the blade from her hand.

The thing was originally sharp, but with just a light swipe, blood dripped from his palm.

Jing Jiaren's body trembled, she let go, and the blade fell to the ground.

Leng Lintian bent down to pick it up immediately, threw it into the trash can, and immediately asked the servant to come in to clean it up.

Seeing his nervous look, Jing Jiaren pulled her lips and smiled: "It's just a small wound on the flesh, how could Master Leng be so nervous."

Her hand had been involuntarily pulled to the sink, and the tap was turned on to wash away the blood.

Leng Lintian looked at the several knife wounds on her arm. When he first found out, he suspected that she had a tendency to self-torture.