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

He smiled silently, with a slight force in his hand, the blade pierced in.

The blood immediately overflowed, staining the shirt...

Jing Jiaren only felt that his eyes were red, and his hands were still exerting force.

Gradually stabbing the knife into the flesh——

"You're crazy!" Jing Jiaren's mind was blank, and the sound of meat being cut could be heard in his ears.

The knife was already a third of the way in.

The blood flowed more and more, and almost instantly, his chest was completely stained red.

He was about to slit his chest open——

Jing Jiaren yelled in time: "Don't!!!"

Ximen Longting sweated a little on his forehead, but his red pupils were quiet: "No? Why don't you say no, please explain clearly."

Jing Jiaren seemed to be having a nightmare, her shoulders trembled, and her nose began to sore: "I told you not to! I told you to stop—"

"..."

"Stop!!!!!!"

Ximen Longting's face was so pale, he smiled softly: "Come here."

Jing Jiaren looked at his hand outstretched in the air, as if she just realized that she should go over and stop him.

Her footsteps were heavy, and she walked back to the bed and stretched out her hand.

He held her: "Jiaren, you look nervous and scared."

Jing Jiaren's pupils were full of infinitely expanding fear.

"What are you afraid of? I really took out my heart, am I afraid that I will die?" He raised one lip, as if he didn't care about his own life or death, "Why are you afraid of my death? It's because I am in your heart, how much Got some places?"

Jing Jiaren was speechless.

"I've already died once, and it makes no difference to me if I die again."

"..."

"Say you love me, and I'll stop." He forced her, "Admit that you don't want me to die, and I'll live."

No, he was simply tricking her into a trap, so she shouldn't be tricked.

"I do not love you--"

Ximen Longting's knife was drawn downwards, and the bloody mouth became bigger, and the soul of Jing Jiaren's body was taken away in an instant: "I lied to you."

He held the handle of the knife tightly, with a gorgeous but terrifying smile on his face: "What did you say?"

"I said—" Jing Jiaren's voice was hoarse and crying, "I lied to you if I don't love you."

"so?"

"I won't stop loving you."

"What do you mean you won't love me..." The blood in his chest was bleeding so terribly, but he could still laugh, "Love, or not?"

"Don't force me! Me, I'll call the doctor." She turned to leave, but the hand was still in his.

"you have not answer my question yet."

"You bleed a lot..."

"If you don't answer my question, there will be more," he said threateningly.

Jing Jiaren stared at him angrily: "You have achieved your goal, isn't everything I have now enough to explain it? If it weren't for me...that you, you don't care whether you live or die, why are you forcing me?"

Watching the blood flow continuously, and it was on her chest, every minute and every second made her anxious and panicked.

Only she was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, but Ximen Longting looked leisurely and determined...

"What about you and me? That sentence is so difficult to say?"

"You clearly know."

"I want to hear it," his voice seemed to become weaker, "you don't want to say it at this time, I'm afraid I won't be able to hear it in my life. I have to listen."

Jing Jiaren's tears fell instantly: "I love you..."

Ximen Longting was slightly taken aback, as if he was pondering: "It's really nice."