A stove was lit in the house and a shelf was built to hang the clothes.

Jing Jiaren looked at Ximen Longting with his chest open and refused to put on the coarse clothes...

"You're just going to wear it temporarily and change it after the clothes are dry?"

Ximen Longting frowned.

"Wear it, or you'll catch a cold." Jing Jiaren looked at his wet suit pants and said, "Take off your pants quickly."

"Take care of yourself, you don't need to worry about me."

"My clothes are not even wet... You are the one who is wet now. Come on, I will help you take off your pants."

Jing Jiaren moved her position and went to take off his belt.

Ximen Longting pressed her hand violently: "Jing Jiaren, are you looking for death?"

"I'm afraid you'll catch a cold."

"..."

"Then take off your shoes and socks." Jing Jiaren forced himself to take off his shoes, "Your feet are so heavy, please lift them up."

Ximen Longting pulled her upright: "Jing Jiaren, you are the most troubled pregnant woman I have ever seen."

"Take off your shoes quickly!"

He stood still.

"If you don't take it off, I'll forcefully kiss you!"

Ximen Longting's eyes widened and he looked at her in disbelief, thinking he heard wrongly.

"Treat others in their own way!"

Ximen Longting took off his shoes, and when Jing Jiaren picked them up, he even poured water out of them.

She looked at the shoe size 42 and said, "What big feet."

"..."

"Are you wearing regular size 42 shoes?" Jing Jiaren's eyes dimmed, "I have never given you shoes before."

Ximen Longting's eyes darkened again.

"Take off your socks too."

Jing Jiaren pulled off his socks and wring them dry with her hands.

Ximen Longting looked at her solemnly, the firelight reflected on his red pupils. Even sitting in this vulgar place, he was still noble and arrogant.

Jing Jiaren couldn't find a place to dry her socks, and based on her experience, it would be faster to bake them all the time.

So he put it on his hand like a glove.

Ximen Longting frowned: "Take it off!"

"What's wrong?"

Ximen Longting suddenly snatched the socks and threw them far away.

Jing Jiaren went to the ground to pick it up again: "What are you doing?"

"No more."

"If you don't wear socks, you'll catch a cold when it's so cold!" Jing Jiaren frowned, "I don't understand you, why you just refuse to wear their clothes and socks."

"I have mysophobia."

"Okay, then don't stop me from drying my socks."

Ximen Longting: "It stinks to death."

"How can I dislike that my socks are smelly? I don't even dislike them." Jing Jiaren smiled warmly, "Besides, they don't stink. Your feet have never been smelly."

"Have you smelled it?"

"..." Jing Jiaren said, "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I won't despise anything I have from you. You should feel the same way, right?"

After saying that, Jing Jiaren felt her cheeks burning.

I don't know if it's because she was baked, or because she's still not used to talking about love.

Ximen Longting looked at her intently, his eyes like fire.

Jing Jiaren felt her cheeks getting hotter: "What are you looking at me for?"

"When did you become so thick-skinned?" He couldn't help but reach out and pinch her chin.

Jing Jiaren's face turned red and she looked back at him: "I learned from you."

"..."

"Don't you like it?" She smiled uncertainly, "It's you who turned me into this, Ximen Longting, you have to be responsible for me!"
Chapter completed!