Jing Jiaren turned around, and the pain in her heart appeared.

As long as she is awake, she will miss Simon Longting, and the guilt in her heart will come flooding the sea.

She walked indifferently into the bathroom, rummaged through the drawers, and found that the blade she had been putting in it was missing.

Jing Jiaren opened the door and asked the servant, "Did you put away the blade I put in the drawer?" ”

"What blade?"

"Forget it...... Don't touch my stuff in the future! ”

Jing Jiaren closed the bathroom door and frowned, the pain of the sudden attack made her unbearable.

She paced back and forth around the room, clutching at her hair.

She felt that she might be suffering from symptoms of mental mania......

There will be a certain time every day when I am depressed.

Finding an electric shaver, Jing Jiaren opened the slot and took out the blade from it.

It turns out that pain is addictive.

Since the first time she cut a bloody wound on her arm to relieve the pressure, this has become her most normal way.

She rolled up her sleeves and slashed hard at her white arm.

The pain made her close her eyes, and she felt less guilty about Simon Longting.

Suddenly, the bathroom door slammed open......

Jing Jiaren didn't react, the hand she held the blade was clenched hard!

Jing Jiaren was slightly stunned, and saw Leng Lintian staring at her angrily!

"What are you doing? Self-harm? ”

Jing Jiaren was slightly surprised.

"Tell me, Jing Jiaren, are you hurting yourself?"

Jing Jiaren inhaled hard: "What do I do, what does it matter to you?" ”

"You're my wife, what's the matter with me?"

"Wife?" Jing Jiaren pursed her lips and smiled, "I'm just your revenge and fertility tool!" ”

“……”

"You can rest assured that these small knives will not affect the child's health. It won't affect your revenge on Simon Dragon! Jing Jiaren said happily, but her jaw was suddenly choked.

Leng Lintian pinched her jaws tightly: "I thought a strong woman was just so fragile and vulnerable. ”

“…… I'm just vulnerable, how's that? Jing Jiaren sneered, "It turns out that you asked me to put away my blade." ”

Just now, the maid heard that Jing Jiaren was looking for a blade, so he rushed to find Leng Lintian as soon as possible, right?

Look at the sweat on his forehead, he ran out of breath, and he was still panting profusely.

Jing Jiaren smiled slightly, what did he care about?

"Give me the blade." Leng Lintian grabbed her wrist.

Jing Jiaren squeezed it tightly and didn't give it.

"Jing Jiaren!" He growled.

"Shouldn't you feel comfortable seeing me so uncomfortable? Not only did he take revenge on Simon Longting, but he didn't make me feel better......"

Leng Lintian's eyes darkened, and he snatched the blade from her hand.

Originally, the thing was sharp, but with a slight stroke, blood dripped from his palm.

Jing Jiaren's body trembled, let go of his hand, and the blade fell to the ground.

Leng Lintian bent down to pick it up as soon as possible, threw it into the trash, and immediately asked the maid to come in and clean it up.

Jing Jiaren looked at his nervous appearance, pulled her lips and smiled: "It's just a small wound on the flesh, Young Master Leng is actually so nervous." ”

Her hand had been pulled to the sink without saying a word, and the faucet was turned on to rinse off the blood.

Leng Lintian looked at the several stab wounds on her arm, and when he first found out, he suspected that she had masochistic tendencies.