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

After the passion, the two naked bodies slept on the bed face to face, like two newborn babies, or like Adam and Eve.

Jing Jiaren's hair was sticky with sweat, and the whole room was filled with a lingering ambiguous and obscene atmosphere.

Ximen Longting hooked his fingers and pushed her hair aside.

Jing Jiaren grabbed his big palm and stuck it to her face: "Long Ting..."

She stroked back and forth, wanting to continue like this.

Want him to possess her, to be closely connected to her, then she will feel that they belong to each other.

Once separated, she felt that she was far away, and her heart was empty...

Ximen Longting kissed her forehead: "You are tired."

"I'm not tired yet."

"Go to sleep."

"I can't sleep..." Jing Jiaren opened her big eyes, "Tell me a story."

"story?"

"Well, then I can fall asleep quickly." Jing Jiaren felt uneasy, this sweet tenderness made her feel confused and afraid of the future.She felt that she was starting to be selfish, and she wanted to be reluctant to leave the happiness that she had finally obtained.

Ximen Longting stretched out his hand, put her head in his arms, and held her right hand: "Once upon a time, there was a person who told me to love you, and another person who told me not to love you. But one day I will die if I don't love you." , who do you think is left?"

"Is this also called a story?" Jing Jiaren was speechless, "If you want to hear that sentence, just say it."

"answer me."

"Okay, 'I love you' left."

"I love you too." Ximen Longting kissed her upturned nose.warm kiss.

It has been warm to her heart.

"The same story, but with a different ending. One day I love you to death, who's left?"

Jing Jiaren looked at him fixedly: "I don't love you."

Ximen Longting held her face in his hands and said intently: "But I still love you—"

"..."

"Whether you love me or not, Jing Jiaren, I love you. I love you so much." Ximen Longting held Jing Jiaren's right hand and said, "Only you can wear this ring, and no one else will wear it except you. I am Ximen Longting's wife."

Jing Jiaren looked at the watch.

He leaned closer and said, "Meeting you, falling in love with you, and having you are the best things in my life."

After saying this, he pressed a certain button.

Jing Jiaren stared at him: "Are you recording again?"

Ximen Longting put his arms around Jing Jiaren: "I've been looking for opportunities."

"Uh?"

"I'm not good at expressing, I'm not a person who can talk about love." He looked at her deeply.

Asking him to record his voice into a tape recorder inexplicably, he couldn't think of any good lines at all.

The most beautiful love words are not deliberately said, but the most true and natural expression of emotion.

So when he gave Jing Jiaren the watch, he didn't let her listen to the recording - because it hadn't been recorded yet.

"Now you can listen." He raised his lips and smiled sinisterly.

Jing Jiaren stared at her, no wonder he suddenly grabbed her right hand when he was telling that story.

"Have you already prepared it?"

"Temporary play."

"You also said that you don't know how to talk about love—it's just a set of tricks," Jing Jiaren pinched his ears, "slick and sweet. Where did you learn it?"

Ximen Longting stared at her seriously: "No matter how nasty the love words are, I will only tell you."

"You just said this watch is a ring?"

"For me, it is."

Such a unique ring...