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

Vik felt that once the young master recovered from his illness, the monitor would not be able to be turned on at all.

Because Ximen Longting was talking, he would suddenly kiss Jing Jiaren...

Playing chess, she would suddenly pounce on Jing Jiaren and kiss her...

Even if they are sitting back to back on the carpet reading a book, they will suddenly press her to kiss Jing Jiaren...

Of course, kissing and kissing will develop restricted grades.

Every time the atmosphere became ambiguous, he would consciously turn off the remote control, and then see Ximen Fenglie's gloomy and frightening expression, which was about to explode.

Totally unbearable!

Jing Jiaren also admired Ximen Longting...he was trying his best to show that his body was getting better.

In the steaming outdoor fountain pool, Ximen Longting, naked, walked down into the pool coldly.

"Jing Jiaren, come down for me."

Jing Jiaren looked left and right, this is Master Ximen's territory, she always felt weird, not so relieved.

"Will someone be there?"

Ximen Longting stretched his body in the water: "No one comes to this place."

Where he used to hang out as a kid.

Jing Jiaren glared at him: "If your injury is healed, go into the water!"

"How long has it been since I took a good shower!?"

Damn, he hated taking a shower.

"Then I'll watch you wash."

"Come on, I'll go up to invite you?" Ximen Longting splashed the water, and Jing Jiaren's calf was soaked. Ximen Longting suddenly came to the bank and was about to grab her feet.

Jing Jiaren danced with her bare feet: "Don't make trouble, I'll fall!"

"When did you become so spineless?"

Ximen Longting has recovered from his injuries... that is, he is leaving 13 Oaks and embarking on the journey to find the East Palace.

Jing Jiaren's ankles were grabbed by big palms, and Ximen Longting floated on the water's edge: "Come down!"

The newly faded scars on the wounds, tender flesh and new skin large and small.

Jing Jiaren was helplessly dragged into the water by him, she was still wearing a long skirt and drifted with the waves.

"It's so hot! The water is so hot!"

"It's not hot when you get used to it..."

"Ximen Longting, you scoundrel!"

Ximen Longting held her tightly with his hands like iron arms.

Every time she was in his arms, his stinky face would soften, and the light in his eyes would be particularly soft, as if the empty piece in his chest had been picked up and pressed back.

"We'll be leaving in two days...but Sun will be left behind." Learning things that don't suit his age.

Ximen Longting's hand quietly opened her button...

"What are you doing again? I'm telling you the truth!" She was really reluctant to part with her son.

"I'm doing something more serious!" There was exclusivity in his eyes.

This skirt happened to be an open-button design, and he patiently undid all the buttons, and put them on her like a shirt.

Jing Jiaren grabbed his shoulders, supported by him, a head higher than him, with her chin resting on his head.

Ximen Longting kissed her chin, and hugged her in circles in the water.

His hair was wet, Jing Jiaren inserted into his hair, fiddled with his wet hair, and checked the injury on his head.

Fortunately, all the scabs that should be restored have fallen off.

The domineering president began to give orders again: "Kiss me."

Jing Jiaren lowered her face and kissed the top of his head, her long wet hair was hanging down naturally, her face was warm and moist.

Ximen Longting was annoyed: "It's not the hair, kiss my face!"

Jing Jiaren held his face, looking down slightly, and it was printed on his forehead, between the eyebrows, and on the bridge of the nose.