Simon Longting's expression changed.

Jing Jiaren suddenly took his hand away and walked forward.

Ximen Longting reached out to grab her and slapped his hand away: "Don't bother me, I'm going to rest." ”

Ximen Longting saw her go to bed instead of leaving the ward, and breathed a sigh of relief: "You sleep first, I'll finish watching this video first." ”

"......" Jing Jiaren rolled up the quilt and wrapped it.

Or was he seen it......

What to do, she felt that she had no face to face him, let alone herself.

What's next?

She didn't want to give Ximen Longting any more hope, and hit him hard.

Now that Leng Lintian is lying in the hospital, Leng Aofeng's illness has also been cured, and Jing's mother's illness can also be cured by Ximen Longting.

Obviously, everything can be solved, but it seems that something has gone bad.

Jing Jiaren's mind was a mess.

There was silence in the ward......

She didn't know what kind of expression Simon Longting had when she watched that video. She didn't want to know either.

I don't know how long it took, so long that she thought Ximen Longting was gone.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps, approaching the hospital bed.

Jing Jiaren closed her eyes tightly.

A pair of hands, along with the quilt, held her tightly in his arms.

Jing Jiaren's head was also hidden in the quilt, and her heart suddenly shook in her chest.

Ximen Longting hugged her without saying a word, but in the air, there was some kind of very suppressed sadness flowing.

Holding her arms tightened constantly, for fear that she would leave.

Jing Jiaren's heart was also crumpled......

Suddenly, he began to tug at the quilt with all his might. Jing Jiaren pressed her body tightly to prevent him from succeeding.

She didn't know what to do with him!

"Beauty, look at me ......"

His voice was hoarse.

Jing Jiaren didn't know Weishenme either, but when she heard his voice, tears slipped down.

"Even if you give me all shijie, without you, I still feel like I have nothing."

“……”

"I want you to look at me!" He pulled off the quilt with all his might.

Where can Jing Jiaren's strength withstand him, her head is finally exposed, she hangs her head, and her eyes dodge.

Simon Longting grabbed her chin and lifted it up vigorously.

Two pairs of equally red eyes stared at each other.

There was obviously water flowing in Simon Longting's eyes: "I think you have ...... in these eyes. Always look at me, only I ......"

A rough thumb rubbed the corners of her eyes.

His long eyelashes were wet.

He slammed over and kissed her the lips.

At the same time, two lines of tears slipped down the corners of Jing Jiaren's eyes without realizing it. Even she herself didn't know Weishenme, since when did she become so fond of tears.

Simon Longting kissed her frantically, wiping her tears with his hands.

Salty tears intertwined in each other's mouths.

Her tears were like open fountains......

weishenme crying? Can't find the reason.

She only felt an inexplicable sadness like a tsunami suddenly coming and sweeping over each other.

Love is such a painful feeling, I just feel like my heart is going to suffocate.

"Beauty, I love you......"

Her nose was blocked from breathing.

"The one who Quan Shijie is most reluctant to hurt you is me."

His voice grew deeper and deeper, "Does it hurt?" ”

She knew he was asking about the slap he had given her in the face that night.

"I'm damned!" He slapped himself in the face, and it was loud.

Jing Jiaren grabbed his wrist: "What are you doing?" ”