Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Ximen Longting was about to put his foot in when Jing Jiaren shouted again: "Wait."

She picked up his trousers, folded them up, put his feet into the massager, and then pressed the switch.

The water churned into fine waves in the massager.

Ximen Longting stepped on it with the soles of his feet.

Jing Jiaren smiled and asked, "Are you comfortable?"

Ximen Longting stared at her, stretched out his hand, and suddenly pulled her into his arms forcefully, and took off her shoes and socks before she noticed.

Her feet were also cold, after all it was cold outside.

Ximen Longting rubbed her little feet and put her feet into the massager as well.

The hot feeling came over me, comfortable and warm...

Ximen Longting leaned against her ear and asked, "Is it comfortable?"

"Um……"

"I'm also very comfortable," he whispered, "Jing Jiaren, how dare you treat me so well, you must be enlightened."

"What consciousness?"

"We have no other choice but to grow old together..."

Jing Jiaren lowered her eyes and laughed softly, but there was something flickering in her eyes.

"You haven't said, how many bad things have I said?" He didn't forget the question.

"You said back then that I'm not good at anything," Jing Jiaren looked at his arms wrapped around her waist, "I can't do anything. I can't cook, wash, fold clothes, I'm not gentle..."

"The time when it was quiet?"

"These days, I'll just be a good woman, okay?" Jing Jiaren nestled in his arms, "I can do everything. I'll cook every meal for you, maybe the taste isn't very good— —if you don't mind."

"How dare I despise it?"

"I'll do your laundry, cook, and fold your clothes with my own hands."

"It doesn't matter if you don't, I'll do it later."

"No! I will do it!" Jing Jiaren said stubbornly, "Let me do it."

"why?"

"Don't you like me like that? Tell me, what do you want me to be like?"

Ximen Longting felt very blocked: "I just like your original appearance, and the unique Jing Jiaren—my world doesn't need a second peace."

Jing Jiaren smiled: "That's not what you said back then."

"Every bad thing I say to you is false."

"Is it?"

"Every good word I say is from my heart."

"Is that so?"

"In the future, forget all the bad things?" Ximen Longting hugged her tightly, and she sat between his legs, with her little feet folded on his instep, so warm and happy.

"In the future, I will forget it." Jing Jiaren said with half-closed eyes.

Whether it is good or bad, as long as there is a memory about Ximen Longting, she will erase it from her memory.

"I heard that love is like a glass ball. When it falls on the ground, it will break into many pieces. Everyone can pick it up, but no matter what you do, you can't finish it. In the end, you will only be cut and bloody... Jing Jiaren asked pointedly, "Since love hurts so much, why do you have to pick it up?"

"As long as I'm still alive, I'll pick up your share!"

Jing Jiaren's expression moved slightly, and she asked, "Ximen Longting, what if one day you find out that I have done something wrong that you will never be able to forgive?"

Ximen Longting kissed her ears: "First, you are always right. Second, if you are wrong, please refer to the first article."