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

"What are you thinking about?"

"..."

"At this moment, are you still thinking about escaping?" He seemed to see through her thoughts at a glance.

Jing Jiaren bit her lips tightly, an indescribable sadness welling up in her heart.

It was as if the time spent with Shang Yanxuan in the past had been smashed into fragments and faded away from her memory...

But Ximen Longting's face gradually covered those fragments.

She tried hard to put it together, but what she put together was the face of Ximen Longting!

Biting her lips tightly, she refused to make a sound to stop her fall!

Her stubbornness suddenly angered him!

"look at me."

He took her jaw: "look at who I am?"

He didn't allow her to still have blurred eyes and wandering thoughts when she was doing the most intimate things with him on the bed!

He wanted her to clearly reflect his shadow in her black and white eyes.

He forcefully wanted to enter her world in the most domineering way!

Want her to have his marks on every part of her body, and it's all about him!

Jing Jiaren looked at him, but her gaze was empty, as if she was looking somewhere else through him...

He wanted him to be engraved in her soul, but she didn't!

His eyes turned dark red, he blocked her lips fiercely, and cruelly robbed her of everything!

"Look at me, I want you to see who I am—"

He said fiercely: "Jing Jiaren, you are mine."

Whether it is body or soul, it can only belong to him...

Jing Jiaren's consciousness began to blur, and a large blank space occupied her mind, as if her own soul had also been imprisoned by him.

"Call me." "Who am I?" "Call my name." "Beauty, look at me." "Call me..." The deep voice seemed to come from heaven, and the voices overlapped.

Jing Jiaren seemed to be taken away from her thoughts: "...Ximen Longting."

"Whose are you?" "Speak." "Tell me whose woman you are?" "Whose are you..."

The overlapping voices continued to haunt her.

Jing Jiaren's body was dripping with sweat, her eyes were in a trance, and she was also covered in sweat when she looked at the man.

His handsome face also overlapped, as if in a hallucination.

"is yours."

"Who's mine?"

"I'm..." Jing Jiaren knit her eyelashes, her eyes sparkled, "I'm Ximen Longting's..."

"Who are you, tell me."

"Jing Jiaren."

"Keep telling me, who does Jing Jia belong to?" He never imagined that one day he would be so bored.

"Jing Jiaren is Ximen Longting's woman..." Jing Jiaren is like a puppet being carried away by thoughts.

Ximen Longting curled his lips and smiled, for the victory of this "battle".

After the end, Jing Jiaren's slack gaze slowly gathered, and her thoughts came back, thinking of her enthusiasm and catering...

This is the first time the two have been so compatible.

"Is it comfortable?" Ximen Longting wiped the sweat from her forehead.

Sweat was mixed together, and the sheets were soaked in large swaths.

Jing Jiaren's expression became ashamed and angry. What did she do just now?She clearly wanted to stick to herself, but she was still led away by him!

Thinking of what she said when she lost consciousness just now...

【Jing Jiaren is Ximen Longting's woman...】

Ashamed and angry, I really want to knock myself out with a punch!

Both hands tried to push his chest away, but even his arms were still weak, and he couldn't use any strength.

Ximen Longting took her hand and licked away the sweat from her palm: "It's salty."

"let me go!"