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

Ximen Longting's continuous explosive power is quite strong, and it takes a long time each time.

She shouldn't have seduced her today, it completely made Ximen Longting explode!

Jing Jiaren suddenly felt a strong gaze staring at her...

Just when her body was turned over, Ximen Longting hugged her, and their bodies were tightly pressed against each other, occupying her without a single gap in the whole body.

Jing Jiaren rested her head on his shoulder, and then saw Ji Zihan on the door!

Jing Jiaren's cheeks were instantly embarrassed, she bit her lip, and suppressed her voice.

Ximen Longting's hand slapped her hip hard:

"Call out."

"..."

"I like to hear you barking," he said wickedly, "your voice is beautiful."

"Your fiancée is here..." Jing Jiaren reminded with difficulty.

Ximen Longting's back was slightly stiff, and Xie Jun's face turned to meet Ji Zihan's eyes.

Those red pupils are like jewels, and the whole body exudes a beast-like aura...

Glistening sweat dripped down the strong and tense muscles.

Ji Zihan is not a pervert, but any woman is helpless in the face of such a handsome man.

Her body was hot and she was breathing heavily...

How many nights she had thought, longed to embrace her body, and now she was crushing another woman.

My heart hurts like a knife in my chest!

"Get out."

Ximen Longting was cold without a trace of emotion.

Ji Zihan's body still could not be pulled out: "Yes...you asked me to come."

"..."

"You asked me to come just to let me watch such a scene? Simon, you don't want me, I don't blame you, why do you insult me ​​like this?"

Her eyes are red, since she fell in love with him, she has tasted all the suffering in the world.

"Don't understand? Get lost..."

His body didn't stop for a moment, moving in and out of Jing Jiaren's body one after another.

Ji Zihan covered his lips hard, but still stood still.

Ximen Longting has a thick skin, and it doesn't matter if he is watched.

Jing Jiaren couldn't take it anymore, she couldn't stand someone staring at her doing such a private thing, and this person was Ji Zihan.

Her body became more and more stiff and tense: "Stop, I won't do it."

"Heh," he gasped and licked her earlobe, "it's up to you to decide whether to do it or not..."

"..."

"If you're not rolling, then stand over and watch carefully." Ximen Longting lifted Jing Jiaren's long legs, hung them on his strong arms, and turned around leisurely.

Jing Jiaren felt like being electrocuted, spreading from her toes all over her body: "Don't..."

"I told you not to suppress it, call it out!" Ximen Longting's handsome face was like a devil coming out of hell.

"You really went too far—"

Ji Zihan yelled, finally couldn't stand it anymore, and rushed out the door with blurred eyes.

He ran wildly through the corridor in one breath, went downstairs in a hurry, bumped into the servant and almost fell to the ground...

Wilson had expected this scene a long time ago: "Hey, Miss Ji, are you leaving?"

"..."

"Do you want me to send you a car to take you back?"

Ji Zihan opened his eyes wide, like a faucet that couldn't be turned off, and kept crying.

"He sent me here to humiliate me, didn't he?"

"I don't dare to guess what the master means."

"What's wrong with me, he wants to hate me so much..."

"The young master doesn't hate you," Wilson replied, "but you have always been unpopular, and it has something to do with your identity."