"..."

"Very good, the performance is over now!" Ximen Longting glared at her, "It's time to tell me what happened?"

"No." Jing Jiaren denied, "I'll serve it to you again."

There was a palace pot on the small table. She opened the lid and the aroma of fragrant abalone porridge filled the air.

Jing Jiaren scooped out another bowl: "I'll feed you again."

"No need," Ximen Longting reached out and grabbed the porridge bowl, "I'm not without arms or legs."

"..."

"If you don't tell me what you are thinking, I have no appetite!" Ximen Longting's nose came very close to her, and she was actually very close.

Then, Jing Jiaren's movements were greatly avoided.

Ximen Longting's red eyes were dim and unclear.

Sure enough, this woman was hiding something from her!

Ximen Longting grabbed her hand and stopped her from running away——

"It hurts!" Jing Jiaren frowned, "Ximen Longting, let go!"

Her hands were swollen from hitting the door repeatedly last night in order to find him.

Ximen Longting's eyes fell on her palms, his face was like the sea before a storm: "What's going on?"

"..."

"Jing Jiaren, let me ask you why your hands are so red and swollen!"

I also put on two band-aids - they were accidentally scratched when I knocked on the door.

Jing Jiaren frowned and kept moving her hands.

"You said you wouldn't have any secrets from me, but it turns out your words were all nonsense!" Ximen Longting stared at her with red eyes and began to look at her again.

All nightmares are lies!

Jing Jiaren blinked and smiled: "It's nothing, I just accidentally burned myself when I was helping you make porridge."

"You smile so fake!"

"..."

"It's a lie!" Ximen Longting roared in a low voice, "What does a burn mean? I don't know?"

"Don't worry so much!" Jing Jiaren suddenly threw away her hand, feeling extremely annoyed and had to accept his questioning.

Wouldn't it be good for him not to tell him or hide it from him?

Ximen Longting grabbed her wrist: "I don't care about you, who cares about you!?"

One sentence made Jing Jiaren's eyes start to turn red again. Her chest was being pulled back and forth like a hacksaw.

Ximen Longting must have experienced this kind of pain many times, right?

Even more painful, more painful!

"Ximen Longting, let go..." Jing Jiaren felt her head hurt. From last night to now, she had been experiencing a buzzing and painful feeling.

I probably cried for too long and didn't sleep.

During the struggle, the sleeves of her bathrobe were pulled out by Ximen Longting, and the collar suddenly opened.

Dense red marks were revealed on the white collarbone and chest.

Ximen Longting's crimson eyes stared intently at the wound on her chest, his hand just holding her, a storm-like terror flashing through his eyes.

"..."

"What's going on?"

Jing Jiaren quickly pulled her clothes and closed the collar tightly, her face pale.

…

Ximen Longting was so angry that he stripped her naked and examined her body thoroughly.

Rough treatment is like the remaining flowers after a storm...

Jing Jiaren buried her head on the pillow and was too embarrassed to see him.

She didn't have the strength to push him away, so she could only let him manipulate her body and inspect her carefully.

Ximen Longting's eyes darkened every time he checked for more injuries.

"Did I do these?" His hand stroking her skin was trembling slightly.

But the voice roared bravely: "Why are you hiding it? Speak!"
Chapter completed!