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

Damn—!

Ximen Longting turned over abruptly, pressing Jing Jiaren tightly under his body, and kisses swept her like a storm.

The hot breath surrounded her, and his body was as hard as iron.

And outside the window, there is also a violent wind and rain beating in disorder...

Jing Jiaren hooked his neck with one hand, and slowly responded to his kiss.

He bit her lip bitterly, unwilling to let go.

Passionate kisses burn each other.

The last trace of oxygen in Jing Jiaren's chest was squeezed out, and her slender body was pressed under his fiery body.

The way he pressed was very skillful, instead of sticking tightly to her as usual, he used his powerful arms to raise his strength so as not to press down on her body, nor to put weight on her.

She made room to pant, but did not wait for the next step.

"Ximen Longting..."

Her body trembled slightly.

She couldn't stand the smell of his masculinity...

"What are you waiting for?" She stroked his hair carelessly with her hands, and her voice was soft.

Ximen Longting suddenly turned over and let her go.

The confused breath left.

Jing Jiaren was puzzled, seeing him re-entering the bathroom very quickly, and the sound of water coming from inside.

Jing Jiaren pulled the quilt and sat up slowly. What the hell is he doing?It's narrow-minded to a certain extent!

The freezing water washed down on this cold day in January.

Ximen Longting's fanatical flames could not be extinguished no matter what.

Damn it!Damn woman!Damn it!

He stood on his back under the shower, letting the cold water wash over him.

As soon as the icy water touched his fiery body, it felt warm... like Jing Jiaren's hand.

Her hands gently stroked his chest, arms, thin waist, and slender legs.

Every part of his body was surrounded by her.

He thought of her kissing the tattoo on his chest, her warm breath, and her charming voice:

【Ximen Longting, this is the gunshot wound for me. 】

Her kiss went all the way down, kissing the large and small wounds on his body.

She knew the location of every injury.

He also told her about the origin of those scars...

【Ximen Longting, you also have injuries here...】

Her fingers stroked the wound on the inside of his thigh, scraping back and forth.

Ximen Longting's breath became more and more intense...

……

Jing Jiaren lay on the big bed and waited. He rushed for an hour and still didn't come out, while she gradually became sleepy.

Wanted to get up and knock on the door to remind him—

On second thought, maybe he stayed inside on purpose to avoid her from coming out?

Jing Jiaren turned over, and in her drowsiness, she heard the bathroom door finally opened.

She opened her eyes sleepily, and saw that Ximen Longting's whole body was wet, the only underwear was soaked by water, and water dripped from his strong body.

As he walked forward, the water continued to flow to the ground, bringing with it a damp smell.

The light in the room was not turned on, but the light in the bathroom came out, and his backlit eyes stared at Jing Jiaren like a wolf.

She asked confusedly: "Washing for so long... still not sleeping?"

"You go to sleep first."

"Then what are you going to do?"

"The hair is not dry." His voice was muffled, as if he had a bad cold.

Jing Jiaren wanted to check the situation, he had already opened the bedroom door and left, her eyelids were heavy.This awkward and petty man, let him do whatever he wants!

With Ximen Longting's personality, he won't be able to hold back his moaning within a few days!

Outside the closed door, Ximen Longting clenched his fists tightly.