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

Jing Jiaren looked at the clock on the wall, it was 7:20.

It's not far from 12 o'clock...

Why does she feel like Cinderella with the pumpkin carriage and glass slipper?

When the time comes, they will be beaten back to their original form.

Ximen Longting's eyes followed her to look at the clock, and his cold face became even more gloomy.

Jing Jiaren got up and walked into the bathroom, washed her hands, but felt that her body was sticky and dirty.

As soon as she turned on the nozzle, the bathroom door was pushed open with a bang, and Ximen Longting walked in full of viciousness.

Jing Jiaren was slightly startled, and he walked up to her coldly, with his disheveled hair, staring at her coldly.

"Do you want me to help you take a bath?"

"..."

"I think so too, but unfortunately my hands are inconvenient."

Jing Jiaren raised her injured hand, and the doctor ordered not to enter the unboiled water.

It's a pity that she just tore the wound violently...

Ximen Longting tossed the bath ball to her coldly: "Since it's for me, naturally I want a full set."

He doesn't care about her life or death!

Jing Jiaren sighed slightly...

He has shaved his head off.

The unadjusted water shot down icy cold, Jing Jiaren hurriedly stepped back and shivered.

Ximen Longting's rigid body stood coldly: "What are you still doing in a daze? Waiting for me to wash it for you?!"

Jing Jiaren's knees were injured and one hand was injured. She was absolutely injured...

It is not convenient for her to bathe herself, and she has to serve him.

Jing Jiaren bit her lip, first adjusted the water temperature, dipped the shower gel with a bath ball, and rubbed and washed his resolute body.

He wouldn't be embarrassed at all... When facing a stranger, he could just get on the bed and take a bath together.

Is it really the difference between men and women?

If it was Jing Jiaren, even if the other party looked like Ximen Longting, she would not be able to make out with him.

You can't do it even if you kill it...

The atmosphere in the bathroom was tense, and Jing Jiaren helped him wash from top to bottom.

Silence pressed her to suffocation like a hand.

She broke the silence suddenly: "For the sake of serving you so hard, may I have a request?"

"..."

It took a few minutes for Ximen Longting to speak slowly: "Say."

"This villa was built right in front of the underwater cemetery, and the bridge is connected to the villa, so I was thinking, you should be its owner?" Jing Jiaren lowered her eyelashes, "The underwater cemetery has not been made public so far, and it is very mysterious. "

Ximen Longting's body was full of vigilant impatience.

"So I thought..."

"You want to go to the submarine cemetery?" Ximen Longting's eyes were darkened, full of danger.

"No! I know I'm not eligible...I'll just look at the pictures."

Jing Jiaren raised her head and pursed her lips lightly: "When I read the reports before, I felt very sorry for what kind of love it was, and I really wanted to see the greatness of the underwater cemetery."

Ximen Longting also stared at her, something was flowing in his crimson pupils.

"I don't mean anything else, just curious."

"..."

"Can I take a look?"

Ximen Longting answered her with three words: "Get out!"

Jing Jiaren froze for a moment, and said lightly, "It's okay, I'm just asking casually."

She picked up a bathrobe, put it on, and walked out of the living room.

The servant at the door took her to another room to wash her body and put on clean clothes.

In the evening, she cooked for Ximen Longting herself.

For her with a left hand injury, cooking is not so easy.