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

Seeing that his tense body finally relaxed, Jing Jiaren breathed out lightly against his lips.

"Ximen Longting... I want to die with you. Whether you agree or not, I can't live alone. If I die, can you live?"

Ximen Longting's eyes froze.

"You can't, can you? That person who is alive is actually more painful than dead."

"Because she would miss you every day, couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, and finally died of depression."

"You want me to die in pain? That would be a greater torture for me."

Ximen Long Tingjun frowned, his expression dark and gloomy, as if he had made an important decision: "You can do whatever you want."

"You finally figured it out!?"

"You're so messed up..."

"The last willful time in my life is crazy and exciting!" She said in a coquettish tone, "Are you still blaming me?"

"I dare?" Ximen Longting's voice was still fierce.

"Didn't you say that some people swear each other's vows while bungee jumping?" Jing Jiaren stroked his face, and kissed his nose lightly with her lips, "We fell from the peak, which is actually similar to bungee jumping... ..."

"..."

"At that time, God witnessed, I promised to marry you in my heart." She smiled playfully, stroking the ruby ​​ring on her hand.

Only then did Ximen Longting realize that she was wearing a simple wedding dress...

The light gauze skirt floated on the water after being soaked in water, waving layer by layer.

The garland she had been wearing on her head fell into the water and broke, leaving pink and rose petals floating in the water.

Jing Jiaren straightened his collar with one hand: "Look at yourself, groom outfit."

Ximen Longting pursed his lips and looked down. He was dressed in a white dress and was too handsome.

Cursing the corners of her lips, Jing Jiaren rubbed his nose with the tip of her nose: "Hey, isn't the wedding in the deep sea also your expectation?"

"..."

"Soon the sea will flood up, let's take a deep breath together and die in a kiss, isn't it the most romantic way to die?"

Ximen Longting's red eyes are like the last burning red candles...

Because the end of life is approaching, it is particularly bright, strangely bright.

Jing Jiaren laughed brightly: "Exercise your longest kissing method, French style for 15 minutes?"

"..."

"Very difficult? How about 10 minutes?"

"..."

"That's not right, you were the one who bargained in the past... 5 minutes is the head office, right?" Her five fingers dangled in front of his eyes, afraid that he would suddenly fall asleep again.

No, Ximen Longting, let's go on the road together.

"Jing Jiaren." Ximen Long Ting called her in a solemn tone that he had never had before in his throat.

"what?"

"You are the first woman...to make me feel at a loss." Ximen Longting's hand, inserted into her wet hair, rubbed back and forth on her delicate and petite cheek, with deep and incomparable care.

Jing Jiaren squinted her eyes slightly, held his hand instead, and rubbed her cheek against her cheek.

There are tears, slowly wet in the corners of the eyes.

It's not sadness, it's happiness...

"Ximen Longting, if there is a next life, we will meet again."

"You said before that you will never meet me again in your next life!" He coughed, and his memory was thrown far away.

"How is it possible, you bullied me because I have no memory, and you just kept telling me lies...I must have loved you very much..." Jing Jiaren took a deep breath, sniffing his scent greedily.