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

Jing Jiaren hooked her fingers: "Put your feet here."

Pointing to his knees.

Ximen Longting stared at her coldly——

"I want to see the weight of your two legs, you put them down." Jing Jiaren tugged on his suit pants, "Hurry up!"

Ximen Longting frowned, and lazily put one foot on it.

"There's one more."

Both feet were really overweight, Jing Jiaren pulled a blanket to cover them...

This blanket was asked by Ximen Longting to cover her legs, because it was not big enough to cover Ximen Longting.

But now, both of them can cover it together.

"Okay, just leave it like this, don't move around."

Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows, realizing that he had been fooled by her, and was about to take his foot away.

Jing Jiaren pressed his feet with both hands: "You have two choices, one is to sit on me; the other is to let me sit on you."

"..."

"You choose?"

Ximen Longting stared at her heavily, and it was the first time he found out that Jing Jiaren was a rascal, and she was really thick-skinned.

Grabbing her arm, he chose the second option and hugged her to his lap.

Jing Jiaren found a comfortable position, covered the two of them with a warm blanket, and rubbed his hands on his chest: "Is it cold?"

"dirty."

Only then did Jing Jia realize that his socks were still on her hands.

"It really doesn't smell bad, why don't you smell it..."

"Jing Jiaren!"

The poor sock was finally snatched away and thrown far again.

Ximen Longting's eyes warned that if she dared to pick it up again, he would give her good fruit to eat!

The charcoal in the stove occasionally crackled, and it rained outside the window, and the rainwater hit the ground through the eaves, and a unique atmosphere of the countryside permeated the surroundings.

Jing Jiaren hugged him, leaning her face against his chest.

His body was stiff, and he reached out to hold her tightly in his arms...

A smell of dog meat wafted from the kitchen.

After receiving the money, the woman checked that her husband was only injured on flesh and bones, and that it was not fatal, so she happily cooked for them.

Jing Jiaren smelled the fragrance: "It smells so good..."

Ximen Longting lowered his head, staring lowly at her in his arms.

"Does it smell like dog meat?"

"Ah."

"Dog meat..." Jing Jiaren finally realized, "Did you kill that dog?"

Ximen Longting put his big hand in her hair, squinted his eyes slightly: "Anyone who bullies you deserves to die, especially beasts."

"What about you?" Jing Jiaren's nails drew circles on his chest, "No one can bully me, only you."

"So I deserve to die too." His lips were red and he held her tightly, his chest was hot.

Jing Jia felt a sudden pain in her heart.

She looked away, changed the subject and asked, "Can pregnant women eat dog meat?"

"can."

"Can stomach cancer eat dog meat?"

"No."

"Then what can you eat?"

……

The rain gradually became lighter, and the thunder stopped. There was a pond behind the farmhouse, and the sound of frogs came.

Jing Jiaren took out a pair of socks, put them on for Ximen Longting presumptuously, put him on an undershirt, and found a pair of men's slippers.

As expected of a model figure, he looks very stylish in all kinds of clothes.

"Don't take it off, it's so handsome!"

When the woman came out with the dishes, she was startled when she saw Ximen Longting: "This is my man's clothes? The young man is very well dressed, he is very handsome."

"Yeah, I couldn't resist taking a picture of him."