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

Ximen Longting sat down on his seat with a calm and handsome face.

How could he care about eating?

SUN on the bed suddenly turned over and turned his back to them...

It's normal for a sleeping person to turn over, but Jing Jiaren knew that this kid must have turned around to chew the chicken in his mouth.

It's hard to feel the taste of drooling after wrapping chicken in your mouth for so long.

Jing Jiaren secretly laughed, and got some food to put on a plate.

"Eat some too."

Ximen Longting was about to eat it when he scoffed——

A strange fart sounded.

SUN tilted his little butt, facing them both.

Almost at the same time, Jing Jiaren and Ximen Longting stood up together, especially Ximen Longting's expression was unbelievable and unbearable!

"SHI~T! He farts!?"

SUN's small shoulders trembled, but he couldn't hold back, and another fart came out.

Ximen Longting dragged Jing Jiaren like a bomb exploded, and he ran a long way, waving his hand to the air in front of his nose.

Jing Jiaren finally couldn't hold back, and burst into tears from laughter.

Ximen Longting glared at her: "You're still laughing!"

Jing Jiaren wiped the corners of her eyes, and Ximen Longting scolded again: "Who did he inherit his farting!? Why did you give birth to a fart?"

Jing Jiaren just smiled, and slowly, the seriousness on Ximen Longting's face became relaxed.

Jing Jiaren suddenly reached out and hugged him.

Ximen Longting's tall figure condensed slightly.

"Ximen Longting, do you feel relaxed now?"

Ximen Longting's hand slowly raised, hugging her tightly.

"Actually, happiness and happiness are as simple as that..."

"..."

"You take revenge on those who hurt you these days, but I don't see a little smile on your face. You are more serious than ever, and the atmosphere has become so dignified." Jing Jiaren said in a low voice, "I even told you You have to be careful when you speak, lest you say something wrong and touch your restricted area."

Ximen Longting's figure became more tense, he hugged her, put his chin on top of her head, and rubbed back and forth.

Her scent enters the nostrils...

Once, as long as he smelled such a fragrance, he would feel as if he owned the whole world with peace of mind.

But now, this scent was clearly by his side, but he ignored it.

Jing Jiaren leaned on his chest: "Don't get lost by any bad things."

"..."

"As long as it's something that makes you happy, I'll accompany you no matter what you do. But if it makes you unhappy, I hope you stay away."

The demon in Ximen Longting's eyes flashed back in an instant...

He hooked her heavily, without speaking.

"I'm not forcing you, I just... hope you calm down and think about it."

Without the previous resistance, Ximen Longting lowered his voice: "Let me think about it."

Jing Jiaren's eyes were bright, and she hugged him in surprise...

"Jing Jiaren, how long has it been since I kissed you?" His hoarse voice gently rubbed against her ears.

"It's been a long time... It feels like a century."

"Do you expect me to kiss you so much?"

Jing Jiaren tiptoed and kissed his chin proactively.

During this period of time, he made her feel strange...

Ximen Longting's fingers were cruising on her cheeks, his eyes lingered on her face, and the enthusiasm of nostalgia slowly gathered in his eyes again.

Thin lips brushed against her ears, took her lips, and kissed her gently...

Is he lost in the desire to hate?