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

All are unique, beautiful, and each one is the ultimate woman's dream.

Jing Jiaren knew that Ximen Longting had spent all of these efforts, but she couldn't choose.

Once she made a choice, she acquiesced to the wedding.

Jing Jiaren lowered her head and continued to wear her sweater.

What to do, she hasn't finished one sleeve of the sweater after several days of beating.

For a beginner like her who squeezed time between teeth, this sleeve was not easy to hit.

"Master, young mistress refuses to choose."

Jing Jiaren heard footsteps.

In the past few days, Ximen Longting has been forcing her in various ways, forcing her to choose a ring style, forcing her to choose wedding candy, forcing her to choose jewelry...

Steady footsteps came towards her.

Ximen Longting had just taken a medicine bath, only his white bathrobe was open, revealing his firm and delicate chest.

The hot rose scar on her chest was coquettish and arrogant, and the servants were stunned.

He sat down next to her, and his arms naturally raised her shoulders: "Beauty, if you are not satisfied with the wedding dress I designed, you can bring it up, and I will redesign it for you immediately. We still have time, and there is time."

Jing Jiaren just knit her sweater with her face down.

He grabbed her knitting needle with his big palm: "You have more important things."

"Don't touch it...the yarn is about to come loose." Jing Jiaren shouted anxiously.

"It's already the beginning of summer, and the weather is getting hotter and hotter. If you wear a sweater, I won't have a chance to wear it again."

"..."

"We'll fight again next year."

Next year, she has no time to wait until next year...

Jing Jiaren's throat was choked, five days had passed before she knew it, and they only had ten days left.

The rest of the time, she would be fine if she could finish the sleeve, but she couldn't finish the sweater at all.

She wanted to fulfill all her promises to him, why was there so little time, why not give her more time?

Jing Jia was flustered, but tried her best to calm herself down.

He pinched her jaw to make her look up: "I'm in a better condition today than yesterday."

"..."

"See? I'm healthy."

His lips regained their coquettish color.

It was as if he, who had been gray, had been injected with bright colors again.

He laughed so that the flowers were almost withered, his handsome face became more and more plump, no longer sunken, and there were no blue dark circles under his eyes.

Jing Jiaren stared at him blankly, and he laughed even more wantonly: "Why, are you crazy?"

"..."

"I don't mind if you keep watching," he brought his handsome face closer, "you will be punished for watching for 10 minutes."

In less than a minute, his tall nose was close to her, and he was about to kiss her lips.

The hot male breath rushed over...

Jing Jiaren turned away her face: "Stop making trouble."

Ximen Longting turned her face back: "What's wrong with me? Jing Jiaren, what are you dissatisfied with me?"

"..."

"I proposed, the ring was given away, and the wedding dress was made to order... I'll give you everything I can," he said solemnly, "What are you dissatisfied with?"

Why did he do so much, but couldn't bring her even the slightest bit of happiness?

He thought the surprise would make her ecstatic...but it turned out to be the complete opposite.

"You did a good job, it has nothing to do with you, I said it's time..."

"Don't waste time with me, are you married or not?" He gritted his teeth.

"...not to marry."

"Are you going to choose the wedding dress, or not—?"

"No choice."

"Very good, from today onwards, I will stop any treatment," he got angry, "Whoever persuades me will die!"

Threat?