Ximen Longting stared at her solemnly: "Then I will be the dean!"

"Ximen Longting! I'm serious!"

"I look like I'm joking?!" His handsome face was serious.

A pair of red eyes with red eyes, I really hate to see him show such an expression...

Jing Jiaren wiped the corners of his eyes and could still feel tears.

Ximen Longting suddenly took off her hand and turned to leave.

Jing Jiaren was anxious: "Where are you going? Don't leave!"

"bathroom!"

"..."

"Why, you want to come together?" He showed his usual unruly expression, as if nothing had happened.

Jing Jiaren pursed her lower lip: "Hurry up. I'll wait for you!"

“When have I never been able to wait until it’s time to go to the bathroom?”

"..."

"I allow you to wipe your nose and tears while I'm away. It's so dirty!"

Was he deliberately making fun of the atmosphere? He actually laughed at her?

But this kind of atmosphere is better than the two of them continuing to play out their bitter love scenes.

Watching Ximen Longting enter the bathroom, Jing Jiaren took a tissue and blew her nose vigorously... The nose that had always been timid felt much better.

Jing Jiaren simply went to the kitchen sink to wash away the tears on her face.

It feels very uncomfortable to have your cheeks crinkled with tears...

When she went back, she saw that Ximen Longting had already sat down in the seat she had prepared for him.

In the standard posture, he is cutting the cold steak on the plate, putting it in his mouth and chewing it.

"Why are you just eating it? It's already cold, I'll heat it up for you!"

"I like to eat cold food."

"...The cold taste is not as delicate."

"If you keep nagging me, I'll eat you too." He threatened viciously and put a large piece of steak into his mouth.

She made lunch for him, and she made it while she was sick...he had to eat it no matter what!

Jing Jiaren pursed her lower lip and watched him eat the food she cooked. Her heart felt so warm that it almost overflowed.

Maybe people have to experience loss before they suddenly know how to cherish.

[Jing Jiaren, don’t let me use loss to teach you how to cherish!]

Jing Jiaren slowly walked back and sat down, holding her gills with one hand and watching him eat.

Only then did I realize that Ximen Longting was wearing a thin summer jacket today, blue, with a plaid long-sleeved shirt underneath.

His hair was a little too long and blocked his bangs. He must have not styled it for a long time. His hair was too long and covered his ears...it looked unkempt.

But it doesn’t have an uninhibited beauty.

Jing Jiaren watched him stuff the whole rice ball into his mouth one bite at a time, making it bulging.

"Aren't you afraid of choking when you eat like this?"

Ximen Longting stared at her, who asked her to knead the rice ball into two people, how could he bear to share it with "her"!

Jing Jiaren looked at the plate and seemed to be suddenly shocked: "Then I won't do this next time."

"Do it!" he said vaguely, "I like it!"

"Then I'll make it smaller and make more."

Ximen Longting picked up the strawberry wine and took a big sip to prevent himself from choking.

Jing Jiaren stretched out her hand to help him fill it up, but accidentally touched the wound on her chest. Her movements froze slightly, not wanting to remind Ximen Longting of her wound again when the atmosphere was so good and draw attention away.

She forced herself to go to get the small silver wine bowl specially used to hold wine, but Ximen Longting held her hand down: "How far do you want to tear the wound to your satisfaction?"

"..."
Chapter completed!