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

Taking a deep breath, Jing Jiaren is still cheap.

Because there is nothing like the life of a loved one!

Jing Jiaren knocked on the door hesitantly, and found that the lock was already unlocked, and it opened as soon as she knocked.

Ximen Longting's condensed voice came: "Close the door."

Jing Jiaren saw him standing in front of the desk, staring at a painting on the wall.

Jing Jiaren unlocked the lock and closed the door.

When he got closer, he realized that the painting Ximen Longting was looking at was a woman holding a bow and arrow with the same proportion as a human, and the arrow pointed to a man's heart.

The English translation under the painting is: If you let go, I will die.

Jing Jiaren's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Yes, once a woman lets go, the arrow will pierce a man's heart.

But the man in the painting is embracing a woman...

"How about this painting?" Ximen Longting's cold voice rang.

Jing Jiaren's voice was dry: "Very good."

"Where is it?"

"Everywhere is fine."

Ximen Longting turned around suddenly, his red pupils were sharp and arrogant: "Anywhere is fine?"

"Painting style, creativity, artistic conception, color..." Jing Jiaren deliberately ignored the key points.

Ximen Longting smiled sarcastically, but his eyes seemed to be asking:

Isn't this painting the most authentic portrayal of you and me?

It's a pity that if you let go, my heart is dead.Jing Jiaren, I'm dead to you.

He took a long swig of whiskey.

"Stop drinking." Jing Jiaren stretched out her hand to snatch it away, "You asked me to come to your room, so you won't let me watch you become a drunk?"

Ximen Longting walked past her towards the over-sized bed, took off his nightgown naturally, and lay down on the bed.

"Give me the medicine."

When Jing Jiaren saw the bottles and jars on the ground, they must have been knocked over by Ji Zihan when he was serving him.

Fortunately, there is a thick carpet, and the medicine jars are not broken.

Jing Jiaren picked up the things one by one and went over to give him medicine.

Ximen Longting's entire back was terribly bruised, in large patches, and swollen.

Just looking at it hurts.

Jing Jiaren's shoulders trembled, her heart ached like a whip was whipping.

It is conceivable how much strength Leng Lintian has exerted—of course, Leng Lintian was beaten with nine sticks, and the injury will be more serious.

Rubbing the medicine into her palm until it was hot, she gently rubbed it on her waist.

"Knead the key point!"

"..."

"If you don't start with the key point, how will the medicine get in? How will the injury heal?"

Jing Jiaren exerted all his strength, his body began to tense from the pain.

Jing Jiaren quickly pulled back her strength.

"I'll let you knead the key points!" He didn't know if he was torturing her, or torturing himself?

Jing Jiaren took a deep breath to calm down.

But she couldn't do anything about it.

"What, are you tickling me?" Ximen Longting said sullenly, "Do you still want to cure your mother's illness?"

Ximen Longting, why are you torturing me like this...

"Knead hard for me," he said as if it wasn't his own body, "I will use all the strength you have."

"..."

"If you can't do it, get out of here."

Jing Jiaren didn't want to let go, she just wanted to ask him if it hurts?

Of course he was in pain, but the physical pain stimulated and paralyzed him, making him temporarily forget the pain in his heart.

"Jing Jiaren, I'll tell you to focus!"

Jing Jiaren ignored him at all, and only applied the medicine according to her own frequency and strength. Even if he refused to agree in the end, she would leave after applying the medicine for him.