Ximen Longting suddenly smiled.

The cracked corners of his mouth were ruthless and bloodthirsty, like the devil Satan.

He could actually be so rude because of a woman, and his emotions could be controlled by her as she pleased.

He sat on the sofa coldly and gradually returned to his usual calmness.

"It doesn't matter, I will let you make a decision soon - whether you forget about him yourself, or let me help you."

Click, he lit a fire and lit a cigarette.

The smoke was lingering, but he deliberately leaned forward and sprayed it into her face.

Jing Jiaren took a big sip without warning, and immediately started to choke and cough in embarrassment.

She hates the smell of cigarettes, and even more hates the smell of cigarettes mixed with the smell of Ximen Longting...

Why can't she be that Jing Jiaren who dares to hate and hate?

Why did she have to be entangled by this devil and forced into such a miserable situation?

Ximen Longting was condescendingly admiring her embarrassed state, and she suddenly snatched his lighter and threw it far away.

"Get out of here, you bastard! Cough, cough, cough."

It seemed that the anger that had been suppressed in her heart for a long time burst out, and she roared loudly.

Ximen Longting's expression paused for a moment.

The entire living room suddenly became silent.

Jing Huatian picked up the tinder box and handed it over carefully. Ximen Longting didn't take it, but put the cigarette cartridge into the trash can: "I just like your explosive temper."

"..."

"Except for cuckolding me, I can ignore all your shortcomings." He said with rare indulgence, "It's just this once, and it won't happen next time."

"..."

"Put your hand over here, let me take a look."

Jing Jiaren still had that stubborn and angry look in her eyes. She didn't stretch out her hand or blink, and she faced him.

Ximen Longting actually took the initiative to take her hand.

The first time he touched it, he was knocked away. The next time he touched it, she avoided it.

She didn't give him any face, and he actually didn't want to go down the steps. He held her wrist and said, "You haven't cleaned and disinfected it yet. Do you want to wait for the wound to become inflamed?"

"..."

"Bring water."

Chen's mother said carefully: "I'd better do it...it would be bad if I soiled Master Xi's expensive suit."

Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows: "Water."

The water came quickly. He unbuttoned his cuffs and Wilson leaned over to help him roll up both sleeves.

This king, who had always enjoyed the service of thousands of people, actually took the initiative to twist the towel and wipe the stains on her arms.

Jing Jiaren's arm shrank, and the rough towel almost rubbed her wound.

"Don't move around, be careful of the wound opening."

"Even if my arm is broken, it's still my business and has nothing to do with you!" Jing Jia said in a tough tone.

Ximen Longting's tone was stronger than hers: "It has nothing to do with me? Your whole body and hair are all mine."

"..."

"You did something wrong, and I can't bear to punish you, so I'll put the blame on your lover."

"..."

"If there is a next time, start with the people closest to you..." Ximen Longting's sharp eyes swept around, "One by one, accept the punishment."

Jing Huatian subconsciously took a big step back, wanting to show that he was not close to Jing Jiaren.

Jing Jiaren subconsciously thought of her sick mother and accompanying father.

Ximen Longting hasn't had any bad ideas on them yet... but with his personality, step by step, sooner or later it will affect the people closest to her.

She began to feel anxious and cursed loudly: "Despicable! Come at me if you dare!"
Chapter completed!