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

"..."

"If you keep staring at me like this, I will walk away." Jing Jiaren threatened.

"Don't hold back if you feel uncomfortable, tell me immediately." Ximen Longting looked away, picked up the book, and leaned his hard chin on her shoulder, "Teach me Chinese."

His aura diffused over, it was a masculine aura that only belonged to him, it was easy to make people dizzy and intoxicated.

Jing Jiaren didn't teach, so he used the "stubble piercing" attack again, and cooperated with scratching her creaking nest.

Jing Jiaren couldn't stand being tormented by him, bobbing in his arms: "Stop making trouble... Hey, I'll just teach you."

"What do you mean by this?"

The most basic word for devil's finger.

Without thinking, Jing Jiaren said, "Me."

He bent his lips and swiped his finger: "This."

"Love."

His finger touched another word.

This time Jing Jiaren didn't speak so fast and paused.

Ximen Longting bit her ear, and his sluggish voice tempted her: "Tell me, what is this word?"

Jing Jiaren raised her eyebrows: "You clearly know each other!"

"do not know."

"You." She gritted her teeth, "You are a pig's 'you', you are a perverted 'you', you are a mentally ill 'you'."

"Read the three words together."

"Love each other."

"...the order is wrong."

"Love me you."

Ximen Longting grabbed her chin, his red eyes narrowed dangerously: "No matter how dishonest, do you want half an hour of deep kisses as punishment, or an hour of two-person sports?"

"..." She was pregnant, so she couldn't do that kind of thing.Although her ultimate goal is to have a miscarriage, it is very hurtful for her to use this method, and if she accidentally bleeds, she will enter a life-threatening situation.In short, it is not a last resort, do not take risks.

"Don't talk, choose an hour of double sports?" Ximen Longting made a gesture to carry her to the bed.

Jing Jiaren stopped in time: "I think so."

Ximen Longting's eyes were deep red, staring at her closely: "Read."

There seemed to be a magnet with magical power in those eyes, twisting her and making her unable to breathe.

Why did she see tension and anticipation in his eyes?

She smiled softly: "You love me."

"..."

"Stop pretending, I know you love me," Jing Jiaren deliberately provoked him, "If you don't love me, why do you have to force me to say those three words? It's obviously false, what's the point of saying it? You think so Listen, is it because you want to tell me?"

Ximen Longting didn't speak or refute.

It's just that the crimson eyes twisted her even more urgently.

It was as if a red lake sprayed out, sucking her into the vortex, about to drown her...

Jing Jiaren was so deprived of her breath that she was almost lost in his eyes.

He suddenly pulled his lips into a smile, and asked playfully, "So, do you want me to love you?"

Jing Jiaren took a breath and returned to reality.

Ximen Longting held her hand habitually, and left delicate kisses on the back of her palm and the snowflake diamond ring on her finger:

"Tell me, do you want me to love you?"

"do not wish."

Those three indifferent words were like three sharp knives piercing Ximen Longting's chest mercilessly.

His indifferent face froze slightly, and even his breathing became stinging, but he didn't show the slightest bit.

Jing Jiaren caressed his cheek frivolously and said, "We don't talk about love, we don't deserve to talk about it, it's desecrating love."

His voice was extremely deep: "If we don't talk about love, what kind of relationship are we?" "..."

"If you keep staring at me like this, I will walk away." Jing Jiaren threatened.

"Don't hold back if you feel uncomfortable, tell me immediately." Ximen Longting looked away, picked up the book, and leaned his hard chin on her shoulder, "Teach me Chinese."

His aura diffused over, it was a masculine aura that only belonged to him, it was easy to make people dizzy and intoxicated.

Jing Jiaren didn't teach, so he used the "stubble piercing" attack again, and cooperated with scratching her creaking nest.

Jing Jiaren couldn't stand being tormented by him, bobbing in his arms: "Stop making trouble... Hey, I'll just teach you."

"What do you mean by this?"

The most basic word for devil's finger.

Without thinking, Jing Jiaren said, "Me."

He bent his lips and swiped his finger: "This."

"Love."

His finger touched another word.

This time Jing Jiaren didn't speak so fast and paused.

Ximen Longting bit her ear, and his sluggish voice tempted her: "Tell me, what is this word?"

Jing Jiaren raised her eyebrows: "You clearly know each other!"

"do not know."

"You." She gritted her teeth, "You are a pig's 'you', you are a perverted 'you', you are a mentally ill 'you'."

"Read the three words together."

"Love each other."

"...the order is wrong."

"Love me you."

Ximen Longting grabbed her chin, his red eyes narrowed dangerously: "No matter how dishonest, do you want half an hour of deep kisses as punishment, or an hour of two-person sports?"

"..." She was pregnant, so she couldn't do that kind of thing.Although her ultimate goal is to have a miscarriage, it is very hurtful for her to use this method, and if she accidentally bleeds, she will enter a life-threatening situation.In short, it is not a last resort, do not take risks.

"Don't talk, choose an hour of double sports?" Ximen Longting made a gesture to carry her to the bed.

Jing Jiaren stopped in time: "I think so."

Ximen Longting's eyes were deep red, staring at her closely: "Read."

There seemed to be a magnet with magical power in those eyes, twisting her and making her unable to breathe.

Why did she see tension and anticipation in his eyes?

She smiled softly: "You love me."

"..."

"Stop pretending, I know you love me," Jing Jiaren deliberately provoked him, "If you don't love me, why do you have to force me to say those three words? It's obviously false, what's the point of saying it? You think so Listen, is it because you want to tell me?"

Ximen Longting didn't speak or refute.

It's just that the crimson eyes twisted her even more urgently.

It was as if a red lake sprayed out, sucking her into the vortex, about to drown her...

Jing Jiaren was so deprived of her breath that she was almost lost in his eyes.

He suddenly pulled his lips into a smile, and asked playfully, "So, do you want me to love you?"

Jing Jiaren took a breath and returned to reality.

Ximen Longting held her hand habitually, and left delicate kisses on the back of her palm and the snowflake diamond ring on her finger:

"Tell me, do you want me to love you?"

"do not wish."

Those three indifferent words were like three sharp knives piercing Ximen Longting's chest mercilessly.

His indifferent face froze slightly, and even his breathing became stinging, but he didn't show the slightest bit.

Jing Jiaren caressed his cheek frivolously and said, "We don't talk about love, we don't deserve to talk about it, it's desecrating love."

His voice was extremely low: "If you don't talk about love, what kind of relationship are we?"