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

"You don't even have the strength to take off your clothes now, can you make a bath by yourself?" Ximen Longting continued to undo the buttons in two or three strokes.

Jing Jiaren wore a lot of clothes, including a down coat, three sweaters, and thermal underwear.

Ximen Longting took off a sweater, another, and another...

"Wearing so much and still freezing like this?"

With each layer peeled off, her body shrank a circle of water.

Jing Jiaren was so weak that she couldn't stop it...

In the end, only thermal underwear was left, and Ximen Longting paused when he saw her protruding collarbone.

"Haven't eaten recently—!?"

Skinny.

Although she wasn't skinny to an exaggerated degree, but compared to her previous plumpness, she was thin and slender now.

Jing Jiaren had a slender frame, she frowned, grabbed the down jacket and put it on herself: "Go out."

Ximen Longting just stood silently, his eyes fixed on her.

Jing Jiaren shrank her body together and hugged her knees: "Don't look at me..."

Ximen Longting raised her face, under the light, that face was so thin that her chin was pointed.

"You know how I feel right now?"

"..."

"How can you torture me like this—" His lips were trembling, he bent down, and kissed the tears from the corners of her eyes little by little.

Jing Jiaren's heart trembled violently, she was not sad.

His big palm went to take off her last clothes, but she resisted.

"If you don't want to take it off, I won't force you."

He picked her up and put her directly into the bathtub, letting her soak in warm water earlier.

Fearing that the water was already cold, he turned on the tap and put hot water in.

As the mist rose, Jing Jiaren accidentally saw the light in Ximen Longting's red eyes.

Are those tears?

Jing Jiaren's heart was twisted: "Ximen Longting...I..."

"Don't talk." His breathing fluctuated visibly.

The sound of running water.

He calmed down and said, "I love you...Jing Jiaren."

Jing Jiaren lowered her head, she didn't know why a big tear was falling pretentiously at this time, and she felt extremely wronged.

Just like a child who is bullied outside and is hugged by her parents, she will be so wronged that she can't speak.

Ximen Longting rubbed her hair, his eyes were deep, and the light in his eyes became stronger and stronger.

"You abuse yourself like this, it's almost worse than digging out my heart and feeding it to the dogs."

Still hanging her head, Jing Jiaren quickly wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

I cried too much, and my eyes were sore and uncomfortable, as if all the tears in my life were going to be shed tonight.

Ximen Longting got into the bathtub naked, and the water overflowed.

He took her in his arms and began to undress her...

Jing Jiaren's hands became stronger from the warm water, and she pressed the corner of her clothes to prevent him from taking them off.

"The petals are so thick, I can't see it." His lips whispered in her ear, "If you don't want me to see it, I will turn a blind eye."

"..."

"Good, take it off."

He coaxed softly and kissed her ear.

Jing Jiaren's tears fell on the back of her hand.

He frowned: "Why are you still crying!"

"I can't control it..." Jing Jiaren wiped it again, "I don't know...it wasn't me...that made it flow...I don't want to cry...I really don't want to...I'm sorry."

Her voice was hoarse and out of tune, vague, and only Ximen Longting could understand what she was saying.

He held her tightly in his arms and sighed, "Just kill me."