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

Ximen Longting's pride was suddenly grasped, this woman's strength is not light!

His face changed instantly, he stared at her fiercely, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Jing Jiaren!"

Jing Jiaren pulled it away uncomfortably: "It hurts!"

It hit her and made her very uncomfortable.

However, it feels very hot in the hand, beating like a pulse.

Ximen Longting's face was livid, almost collapsed by this woman.

"Still letting go? You want to strangle me?..."

damn...

Ximen Longting opened her dishonest little hands, sweating coldly, the skin all over his body began to burn, and his breath also burned.

"Try to be naughty again, and I'll tie you up!" He threatened viciously.

Afraid that he was really bothering her, he sat up and stopped covering her...

Jing Jiaren felt his pull away, the feeling of heartache expanded, and she suddenly made a big move.

She turned over and sat on his body, relying on him.

Forget it, she rubbed against him, with her legs straddled and her arms around his neck.

She was running amok on him!

Every time there was a big movement, it hurt him accidentally...

Ximen Longting's face darkened little by little, and he almost suspected that this woman was pretending to be drunk and deliberately bullying her.

"Jing Jiaren..."

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Ximen Longting, she doesn't want him to go, even if this is a dream... an ambiguous and warm dream...

At least in her dream, she could do whatever she wanted with him, and he belonged to her completely.

Ximen Longting's eyes lit up: "You want me to stay, that's what you want me to mean, do you understand?"

"hot……"

Ximen Longting touched her lips and kissed deeply, his broad palms penetrated into her clothes, starting a fire all the way.

"Jing Jiaren, so you look so cute when you're drunk..."

"Your skin is hot, do you have a fever?"

"Jing Jiaren, remember who I am, see clearly... who is the man who loves you?"

In a daze, the arrogant voice kept talking in her ear, mixed with the long and rough male panting.