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

Ximen Longting pulled her back to bed, still playing with the "baozi".

"Have you played enough?"

"not enough."

"Okay, the doctor is here, go down to see a doctor." Jing Jiaren just sat up when she was hugged back into his arms.

The man's body temperature ironed her, until it reached her heart, so heartwarming.

Jing Jiaren's finger touched his hair: "You are becoming more and more like a child..."

Ximen Longting buried his head in front of her chest, moved his hands up and down, using both hands and feet, reluctantly being intimate: "Without me in the future, who will nourish you?"

"Didn't you just say that you let me watch every day?"

"..."

"Your illness will be cured. The doctors are downstairs."

"How many times have you coaxed me with these words?" He sneered.

From the operation until now, Jing Jiaren has said similar words no less than ten times every day.He has been numb to hearing.

"This time it's different, this time it's true. Just trust me once, okay?"

"..."

"Get up, lazy pig!" Jing Jiaren twisted his tall nose, and tugged it back and forth twice.

Ximen Longting raised his sword eyebrows: "You are getting more and more aggressive!"

"I'll get you clothes, get up quickly." Jing Jiaren slipped out of his arms while he wasn't looking, and got out of bed.

She got up, Ximen Longting didn't want to stay on the bed anymore, so he quickly stretched his long legs and got out of bed.

She opened the closet, and he stood behind her, holding her in his slender arms, and resting his chin on her neck, greedy for her scent.

Jing Jiaren smiled softly: "You cling to people... like quick brown sugar."

He asked in a muffled voice, "You hate it?"

"If I hate it, will you—will you change it?"

He immediately tensed up sensitively: "You hate it!?"

"I said if."

"to not fix!"

"Fortunately, I don't hate..."

Jing Jiaren finally realizes that everything she does with her beloved feels sweet.The two of them had been affectionately together for quite a while, and when he looked at her, he always wished he could round her up and put her in his pocket.

……

So much so that on the sofa downstairs, when Ximen Longting was checking his body, he was still holding Jing Jiaren in his arms.

She really didn't mean to show her affection, she really couldn't get rid of the brown sugar...

The peasant woman took Ximen Longting's pulse uncomfortably, sneaking glances at Ximen Longting's face from time to time.

He frowned slightly, and finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Have you seen enough?"

"...I need to see your complexion to know your condition." Ximen Longting was so fierce that she dared not look directly at her.

"Yeah, do you think everyone is interested in your face?" Jing Jiaren pulled his face, "Show it to the doctor."

Ximen Longting's fierce face turned away, that murderous look...

Jing Jiaren asked, "I haven't asked what your name is yet."

"My surname is Zhang, just call me Xiao Zhang."

"Aunt Zhang, I'm very sorry about what happened last time." Probably because Ximen Longting's savage and unreasonable behavior is annoying, so the peasant woman obviously has a prescription but doesn't say it, Jing Jiaren knows it well.

Ximen Longting said coldly, "What are you apologizing for?"

"Aunt Zhang, he has a very fiery personality, but he has no bad intentions... he just lacks a brain. Don't worry about it like him?"

Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows in disapproval: "I'm out of my mind?"

"Ximen Longting, what can you do if you don't say a few words?"

"..."

"Aunt Zhang, don't take what happened that day to your heart. I'm really sorry." Jing Jiaren apologized sincerely.