He is now asking for her attention in every aspect, so as to judge whether she is attracted to him and whether she cares about him.

But she just damn cares about it and can't damn well ignore him.

Ximen Longting's high fever was also accompanied by a cough...

She had coughed, which was so uncomfortable that sometimes she couldn't sleep at all.

It's like there's something in my throat and it's itching all the time.

When she heard him coughing violently, her chest and lungs hurt.

Wilson kept earnestly advising him that the more he coughed, the more hot water he had to drink. Every time, he was interrupted by Ximen Longting's ungrateful "Shut up" roar...

Jing Jiaren suddenly stood up and threw the magazine heavily on the chair.

Before Wilson could react, she had already stood in front of him and took the water glass.

"Be careful, Miss Jing..."

Seeing that Jing Jiaren was finally willing to take over and help, Wilson hurriedly stepped aside as if he had dropped a hot potato.

Jing Jiaren said sarcastically: "Whoever becomes your subordinate is really unlucky."

"If you were my subordinate, you would be very happy."

"How old are you? A 30-year-old man, you are still as awkward as a child. Are you childish?"

Ximen Longting's red eyes raised from the phone and stared at her quietly.

A handsome face showed extremely mature frivolity: "In short, you lost."

"..."

"You are really nervous about me."

Jing Jiaren resisted the urge to pour hot water on his face: "I just think your coughing sound is too noisy. It's so noisy that I can't even read!"

"Duplicity."

"Do you want me to splash you with water?"

Ximen Longting put down his cell phone and half-sat on the big soft pillow behind him. He was still wearing his nightgown because he was in a hurry when he came out today.

The skirt of her nightgown was hung loosely, faintly revealing the tattoos spread on her chest.

Wilson pulled a chair behind her butt: "Miss Jing, sit down."

"Do you want to be troublesome?" Ximen Longting glanced at him coldly, "Sit on the edge of the bed."

Jing Jiaren: "..."

Wilson hurriedly pulled the chair away, fearing that if Jing Jiaren just sat down, he would do something stupid again.

Jing Jiaren grabbed the cup holder and blew on the hot air on the water glass: "Drink water."

Ximen Longting came closer, his face expressionless, but his eyes were full of arrogant smiles...

Jing Jiaren thought it was strange that he was just a glass of water. How could he be so happy?

I can’t even hide and suppress it!

"Drink." Jing Jiaren's heart was slightly flustered, the rim of the cup touched his lips, and she poured it into him.

Ximen Longting was given a large gulp of the drink without warning. His brows instantly tightened and his beautiful eyes opened like bull's eyes to look at her.

Wilson said weakly from the side: "Miss Jing, that's boiling water!"

Jing Jiaren panicked for a moment: "Is it hot?"

Ximen Longting swallowed it unbearably and coughed several times: "What do you think?"

"It's so hot, yet you still drink so much."

"You ask me to drink it, how dare I not drink it?" He pressed his thumb on his lips and inhaled gently, and his moistened lips finally had a little blood.

Fortunately, Wilson had been holding it cold for a while, otherwise, he would definitely have blistered his mouth...

Jing Jiaren held the remaining half glass of water and stared at Ximen Longting with a worried look on her face: "Has the perm soaked it?"

"Can you feel it with your tongue?"
Chapter completed!