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

Jing Jiaren covered her chest with her injured hand, her clear eyes were open, and she was full of thoughts.

Leng Lintian shrouded her, with his hands resting on her sides, and the strange aura emanating from his whole body invaded her.

Only then did Jing Jia know that it wasn't Ximen Longting's approach that made her resist...

His whole body was trembling with resistance.

Hot lips kissed her cheek, and she immediately closed her eyes.

Thunder roared.

Leng Lintian's kiss moved all the way, lingering on her forehead, nose tip, and lips.

Jing Jiaren's body was tense and stiff, her eyes were deeply closed, as if she was enduring the most terrible torture.

Leng Lintian's hand grabbed her uninjured hand protecting her chest, trying to move it away...

Her arm muscles were tense, and she just clenched tightly after he pulled it twice.

"Honey, you're very stiff..." Leng Lintian narrowed his eyes slightly, flashing a hint of disappointment and coldness, "You're like a piece of wood."

Jing Jiaren inhaled vigorously, even breathing with fear.

Leng Lintian stroked her side neck and earlobes.

Jing Jiaren turned her face away, a tear fell from the corner of her eye.

"Honey, I don't want a piece of wood!"

Leng Lintian spoke again, annoyed.

Jing Jiaren didn't want to be so stiff, but she couldn't control herself...

"You came to me on your own initiative and told me, I didn't force you!" Leng Lintian roared, "No! No!"

"..."

"Speak," he roared angrily in her ear, "is it so difficult for you to be with me?"

Jing Jiaren just closed her eyes more tightly: "Hurry up, I don't have much time."

In a word, Leng Lintian's anger was ignited.

He grabbed Jing Jiaren's hair and kissed her fiercely, leaving marks all over her body.

The teeth gnawed on her tender skin without any mercy...

Jing Jiaren's lips were tightly closed.

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

Another flash of lightning made Jing Jia flinch helplessly, her face covered with tears.

Leng Lintian looked at her tears falling in an uproar, like a basin of ice water pouring down on him.

I have no more desires.

"Why are you crying? I forced you? You did it voluntarily!" Leng Lintian roared, "If you want me to save him, you have to pay the price!"

He didn't want his life for her, she just gave it to him once, is it worse than killing her?

"You can still regret it while nothing happened!"

"..."

"Did you hear me? I'm not interested in having sex with a wooden man! You can go!"

Jing Jiaren asked in a shy voice, "As long as tonight is over, you will save Ximen Longting, right?"

This sentence completely angered Leng Lintian.

He suddenly turned over and got out of bed, kicked the bracket for hanging water on the ground with one foot, and kicked down a chair with one foot.

Immediately afterwards, the whole body could smash and throw things, and they all fell to the ground to vent...

He didn't want to be in their bed—she was still thinking of other men's names, and only that man was on her mind!

Jing Jiaren listened to the scattered voices, pulled the sheet with both hands to cover her body, and curled up at the head of the bed.

She was amazed at Leng Lintian's violence.

He did this when he was drunk. Is this his latent nature?

Or was he erupting after suppressing it for too long? !

After a long time, Leng Lintian's figure of frantically throwing objects stopped, and he leaned against the wall slumped, with his head against the wall:

"Judging from your performance tonight..."