C7 Mistress?

"I'm afraid, that's why I helped you block the spear." Xia Jin said slowly, "If you die, your subordinates will not let me live easily. If I help you survive, I still have a slim chance of survival."

The sickroom suddenly became quiet. After a long while, Jin Beiqing started to laugh.

"Alright, I like your explanation! Stay as my woman, I mean. "A mistress."

… ….

Contrary to Jin Yushen's gentleness, Jin Beiqing was very rough.

Regardless of his temperament, he was far from being as calm as Jin Yushen.

Before this, she had also heard about Jin Beiqing. Before he was brought back to the Jin Family, he had always been training outside, so it was hard for him not to have a bad habit similar to that of a noble young master.

For example, now —

He had actually instructed the servants to prepare a barbecue on the roof of the luxurious villa!

Mo Lin and co. were already used to it, they even brought over a dozen boxes of beer and piled them on the side.

"You all … It's not healthy to eat like this … " Xia Jin hesitated for a while, but eventually gave a reminder.

"Miss Xia, you don't understand this, do you? This is what you call having fun! " Mo Lin opened a can of beer and gulped it down.

Ever since Xia Jin had blocked that shot for Jin Beiqing, Mo Lin had lost his guard against her. Sometimes, he even treated her like one of his own.

She frowned, unable to agree with him. Suddenly, a can of beer appeared in front of her eyes.

"Since you're my woman, you should get used to it." Jin Beiqing pushed the beer into her hand, "It was already good enough to have alcohol when training in the past, how can it be hygienic?"

Xia Jin didn't know what his previous life had been like, but she guessed it would be tough.

Especially... At that time, Jin Beiqing was completely abandoned by the Jin Family and no one gave him any preferential treatment.

"I don't drink …" Xia Jin shook her head and put the beer on the ground. "The wound is still inflamed. The doctor said it's not good to drink."

"Women are pretentious." Jin Beiqing retracted his thick eyebrows and didn't force her.

"Second Young Master, Miss Xia is injured, so don't make things difficult for her." Mo Lin interjected at the side, causing Xia Jin to suddenly feel a trace of warmth.

However, Jin Beiqing shot a stern glare at him, "You want to talk too much?"

Mo Lin immediately shut his mouth and lowered his head timidly.

Seeing the two of them being as childish as children, Xia Jin couldn't help but raise her lips.

In the eyes of outsiders, Jin Beiqing, who killed people with no regard at all, actually had a moment of anger due to embarrassment.

"What are you laughing at? Cut the roasted meat for me! " Jin Beiqing handed over a silver knife in annoyance.

Xia Jin raised her eyebrows. "Didn't you say that eating big chunks of meat is very satisfying?"

"Can't I suddenly think of being gentle?"

"..."

… ….

In the end, it was still a high place. Even in the summer, the wind on the roof of the villa was still very strong.

Xia Jin stretched out her hand to pick up the clothes she was wearing, and her gaze fell on the charcoal barbecue.

It flickered between light and darkness like a pair of crimson eyes.

"Miss Xia, Second Young Master is a little drunk. Go back to your room!" Mo Lin's words interrupted her thoughts. Xia Jin then realized that the handsome man sitting beside her had already blushed slightly, and his usually sharp black eyes had also turned chaotic.

Glancing at the beer bottles lying on the floor, she felt helpless.

Was this the legendary habit of men?

"Yes, I'll help him go back." Xia Jin tried to stand up, but Mo Lin quickly shook his head.

"No need, I didn't drink too much!" "Miss Xia is still injured, it's better if I send my young master back."