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

Ximen Longting hugged her body and rubbed her back and forth more vigorously.

her smell...

Why is it that only her smell can arouse his desire so easily?

Jing Jiaren was hugged and placed on the bed, and she shoved him violently.

Ximen Longting's waist was injured, and he frowned in pain as soon as he moved, and ruthlessly restrained her body: "Don't move around."

What love is most afraid of is not giving the other party space when you are happy, and not giving the other party a chance when you are hated.

"Ximen Longting, how could you treat me like this?"

"It was you who brought it to the door."

"..."

"Time and time again, come to your door obediently." He squeezed her jaw, "I tolerated you before because I was kind to you. But now, what do you think you are?"

Jing Jiaren's lips were snow white.

"What right do you have to come and go in and out of my world at will!"

"I……"

He pressed her lips viciously again, and moved his big hands wantonly away from her body, pulling at her clothes.

Jing Jiaren dodged her body, his lips stroked her face back and forth, with a demonic smell of alcohol.

"Ximen Longting, I'm pregnant...I'm pregnant..."

"so what?!"

"You have seen so much knowledge about pregnant women, you know the consequences of taking me forcibly at this time!"

"So, how?" He grabbed her hair, "Do you think I care?"

Does he not care?Yes, he must not care about this child, it is too late to hate this child.

However, this method of abortion will cause massive bleeding, and even life-threatening.

Her life is cheap and insignificant, but she doesn't want to be stained by his hands...

"I'm going to die," Jing Jiaren looked at him with empty eyes, "Do you want me to die?"

Ximen Longting's hands stiffened for a moment, and in the next second, a more explosive force burst out, and her fabric was torn apart.

That's anger, it's hatred, it's anger that keeps surging out!

Ximen Longting frantically tore at her clothes: "In my heart, Jing Jiaren from the past has long since died."

Jing Jiaren's eyes were red.

"And you are Mrs. Leng."

He held her plump body with his hand, and kissed her fair neck, leaving his hickey.

The logos of Ximen Longting are printed on Jing Jiaren's fair skin.

He was breathing, his waist was working, and he rubbed against her hard, through the clothes...

Even so, he didn't really violate her.

Jing Jiaren felt extremely uncomfortable and grabbed his hair.

Sweat dripped from the tip of his nose: "This time is your last warning."

"..."

"If you dare to provoke me again, don't blame me for snatching you back." He stroked her delicate face, "Don't think that you will be treated like before when you return to my hands."

It was as if a voice from hell warned her.

"You will taste the most terrible torture."

Jing Jiaren's eyes were blank, passing through him, and for some reason, she saw the portrait on the wall, which was facing the big bed.

And the man pointed at by the arrow, the black eyes are not so deep, it seems to reflect the light...

Jing Jiaren suddenly understood: "Are you monitoring me?"

He just gasped heavily.

"Did you hide the camera in that painting?"

Ximen Longting didn't speak, turned her face and kissed her again.

He didn't hide the camera, but every room has a picture of hiding the camera.

He just turned it on...