"How to stimulate?"

"For example, if he tortured you so hard that you were scarred... wouldn't he still be moved after seeing it?"

Gong Zihua instantly transformed into a fire-breathing dinosaur: "Damn it, you want to torture me? Do you want me to be scarred? You are a woman more vicious than a poisonous mushroom! You don't care about my life and death in order to escape for your own life!"

"

"Don't get excited, we can forge evidence, but we didn't really mean to beat you."

"This is pretty much the same, how can I fake it?"

"First, tie you up with ropes and hang you up with chains..."

Gong Zihua was reluctant to cooperate at first, but Jing Jiaren coerced and lured him, so he reluctantly agreed.

In order to be realistic, Jing Jiaren tore open Gong Zihua's clothes and cut gashes with a knife.

Ximen Longting stopped at the door and heard Gong Zihua's heart-rending howl coming from the room: "You have to take off your pants too? Jing Jiaren, you are such a rascal!"

Bang! The door was kicked open with force. Ximen Longting walked in with a terrible murderous aura. Jing Jiaren was pulling Gong Zihua's clothes. Gong Zihua was handcuffed to a chair and tied with a hemp rope. He was dead.

Desperately trying to defend the pants.

"I didn't take off your pants, just a few cuts..."

Wilson stood aside, holding a paint tray in his hand, and paint tools were placed on the dining cart nearby.

Mong Zihua's clothes were stained with a color that looked like blood. Wilson stopped his hand, turned around and said respectfully: "Young Master."

Ximen Longting glanced at the three people with his sharp and terrifying eyes. At that moment, Jing Jiaren saw the normal Ximen Longting: "Ximen Longting, you came just in time. We are about to forge evidence of Gong Zihua's torture. Are you coming with us?"

Ximen Longting's scarlet pupils extinguished in an instant, and he walked to the bed to turn over the pillow.

"What are you looking for?"

Ximen Longting found the watch and left as if nothing had happened.

Jing Jiaren grabbed him and said, "Were you... angry just now?"

"..."

"Did you misunderstand that Gong Zihua and I have anything to do with each other... so you're angry?" Jing Jiaren smiled and narrowed her eyes, "Are you trying your best to endure it?"

"No." Ximen Longting took off her hand, "I don't have time to be angry."

"Jing Jiaren, my back is itchy, please scratch it quickly." Gong Zihua howled in a pig-killing voice.

"You can't scratch yourself?"

"Both hands are tied up! Scratch them!"

Jing Jiaren took a look at Wilson. Wilson's hands were full of paint and she went over to scratch his back angrily. Miyakohua grinned and said, "It's right here, cool, scratch it a few more times. What should I do if my butt is itchy?"

When Ximen Longting walked to the door, his feet suddenly stopped!

"Bear it!" Jing Jiaren said bluntly.

"I'm itchy."

"You have hemorrhoids? It's hard to tell if your butt is itchy!" Jing Jiaren tugged at her lips speechlessly, "Don't move around, your drawing will go crooked if you move."

A man's figure fell on her, and the cold air was very strong. Jing Jiaren turned around and saw Ximen Longting returning, and was quite surprised: "Why are you back?"

Ximen Longting had reached the limit of his endurance and asked in a normal voice: "Is there no makeup artist?"

"Calling the makeup artist will alert Tohomi Togiya."

"Attendant?"

"Mong Zihua refused to let his attendants get close to him."
Chapter completed!