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

Jing Jiaren bit her lip, and when the water was full, she began to wash him——

The bandage on her palm was removed yesterday, and it hasn't healed yet.

But touching the water like this all the time, the recovery of the wound is not good, and there is still a slight tingling pain.

Especially when applying shower gel to him, the bubbles irritate the wound, it hurts...

From the beginning to the end, Ximen Longting lowered his head and did not look at her, nor did he speak.

He knew that her hand was hurting, but he seemed to be deliberately torturing her to see her hurt!

The oppressive atmosphere in the space is like a bomb detonated and ignited at any time...

Jing Jiaren avoided the wound on the back of his hand, which was the cut he made when he knocked down the broken glass tonight.The savage beat things with his fists at every turn, and his hands were often injured, and he had several deep scars.

After Jing Jiaren helped him wash, she took the medical kit and came in, cleaned the wound on his hand, applied medicine, and put gauze on it.

"It's finished washing, you need to get up and flush."

"..."

"The rest is up to you, then I'm going out."

Seeing that he didn't respond, Jing Jiaren got up and left.

The moment she closed the door, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, her mind was in a trance, and she began to feel relieved again.

The servants in the living room have already cleared out all her things, even the dressing cabinet has been specially removed——

There was no dressing cabinet in Ximen Longting's room originally, and it was moved in for her convenience.The masculine room was filled with feminine things, which were already incongruous, and now they were all gone, just as they were when she first came to the manor.

This is the right way to return it to its true colors.

Jing Jiaren took a last look around the living room and walked out.

She doesn't know where she can sleep tonight?

"Miss Jing, what are you doing here?" Wilson found Jing Jiaren on the sofa in the hall, "It's time, you still don't go back to rest, the young master is very angry."

"Wouldn't he be angrier if he saw me?"

"If I remember correctly, your agreement with the young master is for one week."

Jing Jiaren wished she could take off her head and give it to Ximen Longting.

Their relationship has reached this level, why should they look at each other and torture each other at this time.

She felt suffocated with him!

Wilson urged Jing Jiaren several times, but she had no choice but to follow back to the room.

Ximen Longting was wearing a white bathrobe, sitting on the coffee table by the windowsill drinking.

The water on the head was not wiped at all, and it was still dripping.

Wilson closed the door behind her, and Jing Jiaren stood there for a while, wanting to go over and wipe him, walked a few steps, gave up again, and climbed onto the bed.

Naturally, Jing Jiaren couldn't fall asleep that night.

Every 1 minute seems to be stretched, extraordinarily long.

She could hear every subtle movement of Ximen Longting - pour the wine, pick up the glass, drink it all in one gulp, and put it down.Smoking a cigarette intermittently and lighting the tinder.

These days, all kinds of kindness he has shown to her have also begun to emerge.

Several times she had the urge to apologize to him and say that she would not leave.

But this kind of imprisoned life is very tolerable, even in the name of love! !

In the early morning, the sky began to light up, and she spent the most tortured night in her life, feeling like the end of the world is coming!

Ximen Longting also finished his last cigarette, with a slumped and gloomy face, he got up and went to the study to get a cigarette.Just as I opened the drawer, I heard the knock on the door in the living room...