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

Jing Jiaren carefully removed the cloth, trying not to tear the wound on his finger.

Ximen Longting closed his eyes and let her fiddle with it, not crying out for pain...

Ten fingers hurt badly.

Jing Jiaren's throat is stuck, but fortunately she has the foresight, otherwise his fingers would be broken off!

No wonder he has been refusing to change the cloth since it got wrapped up, saying that it can still be used, so don't waste it.

It's really worn out, let her wrap it around the original foundation a few more times.

Now I can see how hard it is...

These are a pair of emperor's hands, how can they do hard work every day, it is so rough that it is outrageous?

Jing Jiaren held his hand carefully and kissed his palm.

A hot tear slid across her face and dripped into his palm——

However, Ximen Longting would not know, he closed his long eyelashes and fell asleep again.

He was really tired.

Jing Jiaren didn't sleep much all night, after treating Ximen Longting's wound, she curled up beside him and looked at him.

He rarely dreams, unless he really has something very serious on his mind...

That night he had another nightmare, calling her name all the time.

"Jing Jiaren, come back to me..."

"Don't go..."

"Grab my hand! Beauty, give me your hand!"

Jing Jiaren clenched his hand and replied softly, "Idiot, I caught it."

Even though she couldn't run into his dreams, she could still guess what he dreamed from based on his sleep words...

She got into the ruins, something happened, and he went to save her.

"Jing Jiaren, don't go, I beg you!!!"

His body bounced suddenly as if hit by an electric current, his voice muffled in the night.

Jing Jiaren's tears rolled in her eyes...

Is he so worried about her?

"I won't go now...It's late at night, I can't go..." Jing Jiaren kissed his hand wrapped in a cloth belt, "Ximen Longting, why are you so...so distressing?"

My heart hurts.

Ximen Longting woke up once in the middle of the night and yelled for her to bring the tool bag.

Jing Jiaren didn't know what happened, so she answered and went to get the tool bag.

Ximen Longting held it in his arms, opened it for a few glances, and then looked at Jing Jiaren.

He pressed the tool bag under his body and clenched it tightly with one hand: "Jing Jiaren, don't touch my things, understand?"

Jing Jiaren brought him water to drink: "Well, I won't touch it."

Ximen Longting's face was covered with sweat, he had just finished drinking a glass of water, and fell asleep again in the dark.

Even in the state of sleep, holding her with one hand and the tool bag with the other hand, it seems to hold the power of life.

The strange thing is that this time Ximen Longting feels much more at ease and no longer has nightmares.

Jing Jiaren stared blankly at his sleeping face, wondering why he cherished that tool bag so much?

However, it was so painful to see him finally stop talking in his sleep...

"Ximen Longting, for loving me...you have suffered so much."

"does it worth?"

In the dark night, the loud noise undulates quietly.

Ximen Longting's sleeping face was peaceful, his breathing was even, and he was holding onto the hand that she refused to let go, as a response to her.

Jing Jiaren's eyelids became heavy, and she gradually became sleepy.

When she couldn't hold it anymore, she leaned against him——

Hanging on my mind, I woke up from sleep and struggled until dawn.

Ximen Longting is a high-level liar.

Not only did his condition not improve the next morning, but he also developed a low-grade fever, and his physical condition became more serious.

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