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

Jing Jiaren's heart felt like being pricked by a needle.

He pushed the cook away vigorously, shaking his body weakly.

He has always been arrogant and awe-inspiring, but now he can't walk without anyone's support...

He exhaled hot air, raised his lips ruthlessly: "Come here, help me upstairs."

Jing Jiaren walked over silently, putting his hands on her shoulders.

He was so heavy, her body slumped over, and her bones immediately fell to the ground.

Ximen Longting said coldly: "Why, after eating so much, you can't even help me?"

"..."

"Carry me upstairs."

Carry him upstairs? !

With a size of 150 catties and a height of 1.8 meters, even a strong chef like him would find it difficult to carry him, let alone Jing Jiaren's small body.

"Why, can't carry it?" He deliberately made things difficult for her, "I have done so much for you, what have you done for me?"

His cold fingers pinched her chin: "Woman, what have you done for me besides hurting me?"

Yes, why didn't she do it for him.

"I can carry you on my back, and I'm not afraid of falling, but I'm afraid that it will be bad for you if you fall."

"Haha." Ximen Longting seemed to have heard the big joke, "You have broken my heart thousands of times, am I still afraid of falling?"

Jing Jiaren finally raised her head and looked directly into his eyes.

Why did the emotion in his red pupils make her so sad.

She only took one look, and her heart ached so much that she couldn't take a second look.

Gritting his teeth: "Okay, I'll recite."

"..."

She took off the slippers on her feet, and stood in front of him with her slender body, ready to carry him on her back.

Ximen Longting's eyes darkened, and he climbed up on her back unceremoniously.

That heavy force came over, and Jing Jiaren was instantly suffocated——

[The whole world is carried on your back, do you think it is heavy? 】

He once left the orchard with her on his back and went down a long, long flight of stairs.

Jing Jiaren slowly raised her lips, it turned out that this "world" is so heavy.

She strenuously carried him on her back, holding his trousers with both hands, the wound on her back was pressed, and there was a burst of cold pain.

"Why, can't you move your back?" His deep voice rang in his ears.

Jing Jiaren's eyes froze, and she took a few steps forward with her back on her back.

The cook and the servant stood guard on both sides in panic, in case they fell, they would be supported immediately.

Jing Jiaren bit her lip, and walked a dozen steps with Ximen Longting on her back, his feet fell to the ground, almost dragging her away.

"Jing Jiaren, is this what you call carrying me?"

"You're too long..."

Jing Jiaren wiped off her sweat and looked at the spiral staircase.

Compared to the long stairs in the orchard, this is just a child's play, but to her who is carrying Ximen Longting on her back, just looking at it will make her faint.

She genuinely thought she'd roll off with him halfway.

"You can give up at any time," came his gloomy voice, "I'll give you time to practice slowly until you move me by your back."

"Then, you let me leave the itinerary, are you going to postpone it indefinitely?" Jing Jiaren said sharply, "Your ability to backtrack on your promise is still so strong."

"..."

"You are a masochist yourself, don't drag me to be buried with you!"

Her ruthless words turned his reluctance into a spark of anger.

It was as if a monster with fangs appeared in Ximen Longting's eyes, it laughed at him for being hurt badly, and still abusing his affection for her!

"I'll carry you up."