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

Jing Jiaren was dumbfounded, he stained all the good memories!

Can't help but a wry smile, he brought her here, the original intention was to get to know her again here, to wash away all the bad memories in the past.

However, now it has become a more painful memory carved here.

"Come here." Ximen Longting ordered roughly.

Jing Jiaren walked over numbly...

The warm lighting illuminated the hall brightly.

Jing Jiaren's skin was as white as snow, and her skin was as thick as fat, her pupils seemed to be pierced, and her cheeks were born with two touches of baby red.

Such a woman smiled like a goblin.

Proud to be the swan queen again...

Baimeiqianjiao.

Even if you don't smile, the beauty of the city is in a trance like a dream...

Ximen Longting narrowed his eyes narrowly, and now he couldn't tell whether he liked her appearance or her unruly rebellion like a wild horse.Did he possess because of love for beauty, or was he aroused by his innate desire to conquer.

In short, even if he is blind, he will not like her inside.

Because this woman has no meaning at all.

The big palm slammed down on her head and pushed it down roughly.

He forced her to kiss his place...

Jing Jiaren poked her neck in resistance.

"What, do you think it's dirty?" He pressed down even harder, "I never thought you were dirty."

He did this to her because of love, full of holy love, of course not dirty.

But she is being oppressed and treated like a coward when she treats him like this now!

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That night was a painful memory for Jing Jiaren.

It hurts so much that she thinks she has never loved in this life, and it hurts so much that she doesn't want to love again in the next life...

She was tortured until midnight, only feeling that her sore and limp skeleton would collapse at any moment.

Ximen Longting's expression was cruel and ferocious.

Jing Jiaren looked at him with increasingly cold eyes.

"What are you looking at me for?" His tall and strong body shook, and he pressed her eyes hard, "Don't look at me."

"..."

"Dont look at me!!!"

Suddenly, she was forced to breathe heavily by a big pillow.

Ximen Longting pressed her down hard, unable to look directly at the tears welling up in her eyes...and despair.

It was she who gave him hope and threw him from heaven to hell.

"Hate me, Jing Jiaren..."

His brutal voice whispered in her ear over and over again:

"If you hate me, don't forget me for the rest of your life. Even if you leave me, I will torture your spirit."

"..."

"This is the price you pay for failing me..."

Jing Jiaren was pressed by the pillow and couldn't breathe, but her body was receiving the most humiliating and brutal abuse.

Her hands and feet struggled feebly, pushing against his chest...

She can't die, even if she really dies, Leng Aofeng and Jiaren must be rescued, and Wen Xinnuan and Bill should be settled.

She can die only after letting go of all her worries? !

When the time comes, is she really going to die...

Jing Jiaren's tears soaked the pillow, if her death could dispel his hatred, she would!

The last trace of oxygen seems to be deprived.

Jing Jiaren's hands softened, and she no longer had the strength to fight back.

Her hands fell softly on the complicated bed sheets. For a moment, her brain lacked oxygen, as if her soul really floated out of her body, and she coldly looked down on Ximen Longting's behavior from above.

If she loves someone and doesn't get treated like this, she will never want his love again.

Jing Jiaren's consciousness completely left, and she felt that her heavy body became very light.