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Jing Jiaren was still numbly sweeping the debris on the ground......

She was suppressing the pain in her chest in a masochistic way.

She heard him come in, and he walked up to her coldly and saw the cut on her hand.

"Your blood, staining my floor."

He crouched down and raised her chin in front of her:

"Don't think that if you make this pathetic appearance, I will spare you."

He stopped the pain in his heart and told himself that it was all her pretending.

Her acting skills have reached the pinnacle.

"No matter how pitiful you pretend, I will take revenge on you today!"

Jing Jiaren nodded: "Okay, how do you want to retaliate against me, before I leave, it will be over at once." ”

“……”

"We'd better settle our accounts sooner, and pay you back what I owe you."

At this time, there was a knock on the door, and the servant came in with a small stove, with a frightened face: "Young, young master......"

"Bring it up."

The servant brought the small stove to Jing Jiaren's side, and the flames danced wildly, as if forming a face.

It is the bloodthirsty and brutal face of Simon Longting.

She stared at Simon Longting in surprise, not knowing what he was going to do.

He picked up a small pair of iron tongs and pulled out a ring in the stove.

The ring was adorned with a rose.

It was made of gold, but now it is burned red.

Ximen Longting stared at Jing Jiaren fiercely, and a trace of gloomy unbearability quickly flashed in his eyes.

But soon, the unbearable heart was forcibly suppressed again, and it was swallowed up by the flames of hatred.

Jing Jiaren had a faint premonition that Ximen Longting wanted to do something-

She looked at him in shock.

His hand jerked her bangs up, and his other hand pinched the finger of the ring with pliers.

The servant covered her eyes in fright and did not look at it.

On the contrary, it was Jing Jiaren, staring at a pair of thin black eyes.

In those eyes, the face of Ximen Longting was clearly printed......

In her mind, she didn't know why she was thinking back to what Ximen Longting Wen Cun had said to him at this time, and remembering the picture of them snuggling sweetly last night.

[Whether you love me or not, Jing Jiaren, I love you. Love is miserable for you. Only you can wear this ring, and no one will be my Ximen Longting's wife except you. 】

[Meeting you, falling in love with you, and owning you is the most beautiful thing in my life. 】

……

"Nourishing ......"

The skin was scalded and immediately made a slight sound, and a burning smell came out......

Jing Jiaren's eyes were hollow, she didn't cry out in pain, she didn't speak, she looked at Ximen Longting blankly as if she had been beaten stupid.

The pattern of the ring was burned her forehead.

The pain of the burn was like a brand, burning her skin.

She felt a thunderclap pain all over her body, and she was about to faint......

In a daze, I heard the dark voice of Simon Longting:

"Remember the pain, remember that I was your first man."

“……”

"Jing Jiaren, you should never try to forget me." He was like the voice of the devil crawling out of hell, "I am Simon Longting." ”

Jing Jiaren finally couldn't help it, and cried out in pain: "Ahhh

Simon Longting's hand trembled slightly, and threw down the pliers.

The ring also fell to the ground, and the bones rolled far away......

"From now on, when you see your face in the mirror, you will think of me. This is my revenge on you! ”