"Simon Longting, you're enough."

Simon Long smiled and said, "Look, I've you off again." Leng Lintian won't be, right? ”

"You don't know why you have to mention him for something?"

"You brought it up first."

Jing Jiaren tried to suppress her anger: "Weishenme, the two of us have to quarrel when we get along, I'm tired." ”

"I've been pandering to you, and you're the one who is looking for a fight."

"So, our character is not suitable." Jing Jiaren was going to grab a cigarette again, "Your health is not good, don't smoke." ”

Ximen Longting put it in his mouth fiercely and sucked it greedily: "It's like your taste, you know it's harmful to your body, but you can't quit it." Especially the more I miss you, the more I can't quit. ”

Jing Jiaren's heart throbbed.

"I told you to stop smoking!" She forcibly grabbed the cigarette butt, and the fire of the cigarette butt burned her, and she subconsciously shrank.

Ximen Longting finally extinguished the cigarette and grabbed her hand: "Is it hot?" ”

"Nope."

"The next time you see danger, don't rush up stupidly." His thumb rubbed her palm, "You haven't answered my question yet, what will happen to you if I disappear from your shijie?" ”

"What the hell are you trying to ask?"

"I'm afraid you're going to lose sleep and scratch your arm again......" he pulled up her sleeve and stroked the scar on her arm......

"Who said I drew these for you?" Jing Jiaren was taken aback.

"The servant of the Leng family."

"Do you believe what they say?"

Ximen Longting narrowed his eyes: "They also said, you draw my portrait." ”

"What about the evidence?" Jing Jiaren refused to admit it, because she didn't want him to worry, "Where is the painting?" I'm afraid the servants said it to please you. ”

Ximen Longting grabbed her arm: "These wounds are evidence." ”

"These injuries really have nothing to do with you."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"There is no best," Simon Longting actually didn't force her to admit like before, holding her hand tightly and sticking it to his heart, "If it is, I will be very distressed." ”

"Simon Longting, I'm different from you. I can live without aiqing. ”

Simon Longting pursed his magnificent lips: "You are telling me that you can live without me." And alive and well. ”

"This shijie is like this, whoever leaves will not survive?" Jing Jiaren put down her sleeves and didn't let him look at it anymore, "I'm very independent. ”

Jing Jiaren's eyes were wet, and she didn't know what weishenme was talking about today, but she felt very sad.

She quickly turned her head to look at the door, avoiding the touch of her gaze: "Strange, why hasn't the doctor come yet." ”

Simon Ryuting twisted her chin back: "I've always had a problem. ”

Jing Jiaren forced the mist in her eyes back: "What's the problem?" ”

"You love me, weishenme is going to push me away?"

"Love does not mean possession, as long as the other person is happy, I will be happy for him from the heart. We are not happy together. ”

"The person I love, her happiness can only be given by me, and I am not at ease with what others give."

"Then you haven't thought about it, you can't give me happiness?"

Ximen Longting nodded, as if he was seriously thinking about this problem, a touch of bangs hung down, and he said deeply: "So, love does not mean being together." ”

"Hmmm......"

Jing Jiaren's voice suddenly became hoarse, and she coughed uncomfortably: "Why did you suddenly ask this?" ”