When you arrive at a room, it goes without saying how luxurious it is...

Wilson stood at the door of the room: "Master, I'm in the room opposite. If you need anything, call me."

Ximen Longting waved his hand lightly.

As soon as his tall body sat down on the sofa, he frowned in pain.

Jing Jiaren closed the door and walked over with concern: "Are you okay?"

"You can't die!"

Jing Jiaren fiddled with his clothes: "Take them off and let me see if there are any injuries."

"No!"

"Take it off if I tell you to!" Jing Jiaren said in a strong voice, "Who knows if infrared rays can burn the skin."

Ximen Longting raised his fingers and stared at her with a handsome face: "Take it off for me."

Jing Jiaren leaned over, unbuttoned his shirt, and wildly pulled his shirt to both sides. His skin was very good and uninjured.

She pressed her fingers on his body: "Does it still hurt?"

Ximen Longting responded to her with a strong gasp.

"What is the principle of this kind of infrared ray? There is no wound, but it hurts so much." Jing Jiaren bit her lower lip, "Now there is no way to relieve pain." Can we just wait for an hour?

"If you kiss me all over my body, I won't feel any pain."

"Childish!" Jing Jiaren stood up and poured water for him. She found that the cups were made of gold and were very luxurious.

There is a painting on the wall. Just from the appearance, Jing Jiaren can't tell whether it is Ximen Longting - or the young Master Ximen -

The handsome man is sitting on the throne, holding one hand on the other and supporting his chin on the back of his hand. His red eyes are dark and sharp, his legs are crossed, his exquisite silver riding boots are inlaid with gems, and he is wearing a very formal blue suit.

, there are gold embroidery patterns on the corners.

The facial features are carved like a knife, so exquisite that you can’t help yourself!

However, it is impossible for Ximen Longting to sit on the throne, so it is judged that it is Master Ximen.

Jing Jiaren looked a little obsessed.

Until Ximen Longting's displeased voice came: "Is it so beautiful?"

Jing Jiaren suddenly came back to her senses. The portrait seemed to have some mysterious attraction.

"Speaking of which, I think Mr. Ximen is also very childish, very similar to you."

"He looks like me?"

"Yes, no matter it's appearance, body shape... personality." Jing Jiaren sighed, "and temper."

"..."

"Look at this painting. It's from when he was young, right? Don't you think you two are very similar?" It's more than just a resemblance!

"I'm different from him." There was suppressed anger in Ximen Longting's voice, as if he was an indelible shame like Mr. Ximen.

"I know, when I say similar, I don't mean that you are exactly the same..."

Jing Jiaren poured the water, "By the way, what is written in the scroll?"

Ximen Longting stopped talking and leaned on the sofa, wondering what he was thinking.

Jing Jiaren returned to him and fed him water: "If you don't tell me what's in the scroll, you won't be able to sleep tonight."

Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows: "It's my family matter."

"Your family affairs have nothing to do with me? Aren't we family?"

"You don't understand even if I say it...!"

"I don't believe it. Mr. Ximen went to great lengths to call us back just to give you a piece of paper! What's the requirement here?" Jing Jiaren grabbed his collar, "Let you marry Ji Zihan? Or should I let you give up on me?

?You talk to me!"
Chapter completed!