Jing Jiaren bit her lip, and when the water was full, she began to help him clean-

The wound on her palm, which was only removed yesterday, has not healed.

But if I keep touching the water like this, the recovery of the wound is not good, and there is a faint stinging pain.

Especially when applying shower gel to him, the bubble thorn~ stirred the wound and was very painful......

From beginning to end, Simon Longting hung his head and did not look at her, nor did he speak.

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

The oppressive atmosphere in the space is like a bomb that will detonate and ignite at any time......

Jing Jiaren avoided the wound on the back of his hand, which was a cut he had made tonight when he knocked off the shard of glass. The barbarian hit 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, he picked up the medical box and came in, cleaned the wounds on his hands, rubbed the medicine, and pasted the gauze.

"It's been washed, you have to get up and flush."

“……”

"The rest of you come by yourself, then I'll go 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 a little dazed, and she began to feel relieved again.

The maid in the living room had already cleaned up all her things, even the dresser.

Simon Longting's room originally had no dresser, so she moved in to facilitate her needs. Women's belongings filled this masculine room, which had been incongruous, had now been all gone, and had become the way she had been when she first came to the estate.

That's right, it's back to its original appearance.

Jing Jiaren Zuihou glanced around the living room and walked out.

She didn't know where she could sleep tonight?

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

"Wouldn't he be even more angry when he saw me?"

"If I'm not mistaken, your agreement with the young master is for a week."

Jing Jiaren couldn't wait to take off all her heads and give them to Ximen Longting.

Their relationship has reached such an extent that Weishenme still has to 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.

Dressed in a white yukata, Ximen Longting sat on a coffee table by the windowsill and drank wine.

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

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

That night, Jing Jiaren naturally couldn't sleep.

Every minute seems to be stretched, extraordinarily long.

She could hear every subtle movement of Simon Longting - pouring wine, picking up the glass, drinking it all in one gulp, and putting it down. Take a cigarette and light the firebox.

These days, all the kindness he has done to her has also begun to emerge.

Several times she had an impulse to say to him that she was not leaving.

But this kind of life of captivity is very bearable, even in the name of love!!

Early in the morning, the sky began to brighten, and she spent the most torturous night of her life, the feeling that the end of shijie was coming!

Ximen Longting zuihou finished smoking a cigarette, his face was gloomy, he got up and walked to the study to get a cigarette. As soon as I opened the drawer, I heard the sound of the door slamming in the living room......