Jing Jiaren gritted her teeth, took a deep breath, and put Ximen Longting on her shoulders again.

This time, I didn’t hold on to his long legs and just dragged him upstairs.

After taking two or three steps, she stopped to take a breath.

The chef stood behind him and protected the young master's back...

Sweat dripped from her hair, and her back was covered with sweat. The sweat soaked the wound, which hurt.

Her lower lip was bitten and a little blood spread...

I have never carried anything so heavy before, it felt like there was a huge mountain on my shoulders.

Ten minutes later, she half dragged and half carried her to the middle of the stairs. She felt dizzy and was about to fall back. Fortunately, the chef caught them in time.

Jing Jiaren was completely exhausted.

"Do you want to throw me to death?" Ximen Longting's cruel voice said, "You would rather throw me to death than leave, right?"

Jing Jiaren took a big breath.

But all I could smell was the smell of the sea breeze he carried...

The sand on his body rubbed against him, and he had the salty taste of sea water, as bitter as tears.

I really wanted to stop leaving like this, and the two of them would roll down together and die.

As long as you are with him, you will not be alone even after you die.

Jing Jiaren smiled strangely, but it was a pity that she still had so many unfinished things, she could not die. If she died, Leng Lintian would be angry, and how many innocent people would suffer.

Why does she have to bear such a heavy fate?

half an hour.

Jing Jiaren carried Ximen Longting upstairs. She breathed a heavy sigh of relief, as if she was finally relieved.

"We're here..."

"..."

"I've already carried you upstairs."

"..."

"Ximen Longting, have I returned what I owed you?"

The weight on his shoulders suddenly disappeared, and Ximen Longting let her go. Not to mention how strenuous it was for him along the way, his whole body was uncomfortable and dripping with sand. Her feet were still being dragged up and down the stairs.

.

"Does this count as giving it back to me?" He laughed coldly, "You haven't carried me to the room yet."

All the strength in Jing Jiaren's body had been exhausted.

It took all his strength to carry him upstairs...

"This time, no one is allowed to help!" His sinister voice said to the chef and servants.

Under his cruel gaze, they had no choice but to stand far away.

Jing Jiaren took a breath and continued walking forward with him on her back.

Ximen Longting also stretched his legs up, no longer willing to hang on the ground and be dragged by her. As a result, all the weight of his body was pressed down on him.

Jing Jiaren stumbled and fell hard on the ground.

Similarly, Ximen Longting didn't fare well either and fell heavily to the ground with her.

His body was so heavy that she couldn't move at all.

She wanted to just lie down like this and die, but when she looked at the ceiling, the image of Leng Aofeng standing on a branch being attacked by wolves emerged.

She exhaled hot breath and stood up vigorously.

Just as he put his hands on the ground to support half of his upper body, he was crushed by Ximen Longting's weight again...

Jing Jiaren felt like a warrior crawling in the mud.

Ximen Longting’s eyes are like fire!

This damn woman couldn't stand up, yet she had to crawl with him on her back!

She crawled forward!!!

The huge sadness that surged in his blood vessels, the pain that felt as if his heart was being chopped into pieces by a winch - they were all inflicted on himself!
Chapter completed!