Ximen Longting hesitated for a moment, got up and walked into the bathroom to rinse his mouth.

Jing Jiaren remembered the decanting soup......

Walking to the door with the bowl, he handed it to him after brushing his teeth: "Drink this, and your head won't hurt." ”

Ximen Longting took it coldly and fell away.

He finally ate the spaghetti, but he didn't let Jing Jiaren feed him, and he didn't look at her during the whole eating process.

The air was stagnant, and Jing Jiaren cleaned up the house everywhere.

"After breakfast, I'll clean it for you."

She picked up her stained suit and shirt and said, "You have a big smell of alcohol, you haven't showered in a few days?" ”

Simon Longting didn't speak.

"When you're done washing, change into clean clothes, and I'll take you somewhere?"

"I'm not going to the hospital." He finally spoke, "You're dead to this heart. ”

“weishenme？” Jing Jiaren's movements paused.

"There is no weishenme."

"Simon Longting, healing is your only chance to survive, you can't give it up!"

Ximen Longting pursed his lips coldly: "Jing Jiaren, what do you think you are?" You weren't there when I needed you, and when I didn't need you...... What are you doing again!? ”

This sentence pierced her heart fiercely.

"You're no longer qualified to take care of me!"

"You need me now, you need me most." She stubbornly said, "I'm not leaving." ”

Ximen Longting sneered: "Do you say that my love is a burden?" ”

He was cold and ruthless: "You have now become a burden to me." ”

Jing Jia knew that she said that his love was a burden and that it was so stabbing.

Jing Jiaren's heart hurt, but she told herself that these were all angry words that Ximen Longting said in order to drive her away.

"No matter how much you scold me, I won't leave. If you have anything else to scold, vent it all...... I've scolded you so much before. ”

"What is this?" He was cold and solemn, "Do you pay off your debts?" ”

"Yes, I want to pay you back." Let's pay it back with the rest of my life.

He stared coldly at the watch on his wrist: "My decision, I don't need you to dictate. ”

"I've always known you to be a strong and stubborn person. It just so happens that I am. You don't listen to me, and I don't listen to you, so we always fight. ”

“……”

"But only this time, you have to listen to me."

Simon Longting's voice became more and more indifferent: "Seeing that I am going to die, you will come back - are you sympathetic or pity me!?" ”

"Why do you think that?"

"Don't you want to escape?" Simon looked up sharply, "Flee from me again and again." ”

Jing Jiaren was speechless.

"What are you going to do now? If you hadn't thought I was going to die, you'd come back!?

"I ......"

"I, Ximen Longting, don't need your mercy!" His gaze swept over her face.

"I've said it's not mercy." Jing Jiaren's explanation is so pale and weak.

"Jingjia ......" Ximen Longting's face suddenly changed, his hand pressed his stomach, and in the next second, most of the pasta he had just eaten spit out, and there was still blood.

Jing Jiaren's heart ached, and she hurriedly ran to his side to pat him on the back and handed him a tissue: "Are you better?" ”

Simon Longting coldly opened her hand.

He didn't need anyone's sympathy, especially Jing Jiaren's ......

He had never lived so badly that the woman he loved was afraid of him!