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

She didn't need him to wait, no matter how much he waited, she couldn't wait.

"Say, say you love me."

"..."

"Why, this lie is difficult for you?"

The rain became heavier, and Jing Jiaren's vision was quickly blurred.

Her heart ached so much that she wanted to cry, she opened and closed her mouth a few times, and heard her own voice softly: "I love you."

She stood up and held his hand again: "I love you, I only love you..."

"You love me, and you love him too? Do you?"

"No, I only love you, I have never loved any man except you."

"Lie!" He stretched out his hand again.

This time Jing Jiaren stood firm and did not fall to the ground.

The rain was too heavy and the temperature was so low that every drop of rain fell like a knife.

Jing Jiaren picked up the umbrella that was blown far away by the wind and ran back, and put it on Ximen Longting's head again: "Let's go, don't stay here anymore, it's cold...you will get sick."

"..."

"I don't want you to be sick, and I don't want to see you unhappy. But what should I do?" Jing Jiaren grabbed him helplessly, "Don't force me."

Ximen Longting's hands were as stiff as iron.

"Simon... I beg you not to push me like this..."

Her begging voice pierced his heart like a knife.

"Am I forcing you?"

"..."

"I didn't force you to come with a knife on your neck!" His fingers pinched her chin.

Jing Jiaren's jaw was clenched in pain.

"Without hope, there is no disappointment—why did you come?" He squeezed her fiercely, "You shouldn't come, you should be more ruthless to me!"

"..."

"You are ruthless, but you can't be ruthless. You want to escape from me, but you always come to provoke me..." Ximen Longting pulled her into his wet arms, "So you deserve to die."

"..."

"You really deserve to die!!!"

Jing Jiaren's lips were bitten violently by him.

He didn't kiss her, but devoured her violently like venting...

Beads of blood flowed from her lips, and her heart throbbed in pain.

Jing Jiaren's body was exhausted, and she was almost unconscious from the cold, allowing his rough palms to play with her and ravage her.

The heat of the two rose in the rain and fog, and Jing Jiaren's teeth were shaking, and she was so cold that she could barely speak.

Her coat was pulled down, and she was wearing only thin home clothes, which were already soaked by the rain.

The rain made her body extremely pale...

"Ximen Longting, I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

"To shut up!"

"Sorry……"

"I told you to shut up!" He grabbed her jaw, forcing her to be speechless, "I despise your apology."

Jing Jiaren held his hand tightly: "What do I have to do to make you believe me? I don't love him...I've always only loved you...I can swear."

"..."

"If I have half a lie about my love for you, there will be a thunderbolt, and I will go to hell after I die."

Ximen Longting's berserk figure stopped, and he stared at her sullenly.

"I will never be reborn..."

He smiled slowly: "Aren't you afraid that you will really go to hell after you die?"

Jing Jiaren's throat choked.

"If you tell a lie, you will be punished by God."

As soon as the words fell, a thunderclap exploded.

Jing Jiaren's back stiffened, and her pale fingers grabbed him: "It's thundering, let's stay away from this tree."

"Thunder, so you are afraid!?"

"Ximen Longting, can we talk in another place?"

"Only liars are afraid of thunder! You are afraid of being punished by God!"

Rumble, thunder is louder!