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

Jing Jiaren looked at him amusedly...

It's really good to watch the wild beast go berserk. If you dare to frame her, you will have to pay the consequences.

Each nail was cut slowly and carefully, and when she bent down, the clothes would naturally fall down, revealing the scenery on her chest.

Ximen Longting's hoarse voice: "Lady, you did it on purpose."

"What's on purpose?" Jing Jiaren smiled, "It's finally cut."

Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows: "Next, you won't tell me that you still have to cut your toenails?"

"You are really smart."

"..."

"It's a good idea. I'm too lazy to cut such stinky feet for you."

Ximen Longting seemed to stick out his wolf tail and shook it: "Can we start?"

Jing Jiaren pushed back his eager body: "You have two serious injuries on your body, don't move around, let's replay the scene from the night before, okay?"

"I can't ask for it."

"In order to prevent your hands and feet from moving around, I can't help it, I'm going to tie you up."

"As you wish."

"Put both hands on top of your head."

Ximen Longting obeyed obediently: "Is that so?"

Jing Jiaren pulled out a tie and tied his hands to the head of the bed.

He took off his stockings and tied up his feet.

Jing Jiaren sat astride him, and found that this lustful boar had already started to heat, and her lower body was hard.

She deliberately grinds back and forth on his small tent, not starting for a long time.

Ximen Longting's eyes turned red: "Lady, I'm waiting for you."

Jing Jiaren smiled seductively, avoiding his wound with her hands, stroking his chest back and forth, drawing circles.

Every movement aroused his deeper desire...

His eyes seemed to be galloping like ten thousand horses, a ferocious beast of desire opened its bloody mouth and devoured everything, and was about to burst out of its pupils.

The temperature in the room rose, ambiguous, infatuated, to the extreme.

Jing Jiaren is funny, is he so unbearable to be teased?

"Beauty, I want you..." His voice was extremely hoarse.

Damn it, Jing Jiaren played with fire and set himself on fire, and he also started to feel it, and found that his pants were wet.

When Ximen Longting smelled that smell, he was even more eager: "You are ready."

Jing Jiaren raised her eyebrows: "Really?"

"I'm ready too."

"That's great." Jing Jiaren leaned over and kissed him hard on the chin, "Remember this feeling well, isn't it the torment of being excited, burning with desire, but wanting but not getting it? ?”

Ximen Longting stared at her fiercely: "Are you very clear?"

"It feels like you and me."

"..."

"Didn't you say you love me?" Her hand caressed his face frivolously, "Love is inherently elusive, you should remember what it feels like to love me."

"I only remember the price of loving you." Ximen Longting's eyes darkened, "You love me too."

"I love you doesn't mean I promise to go with you." Jing Jiaren said softly, "The three sweetest words in the world, I think, are not 'I love you', but 'together'."

Ximen Longting smelled the smell of parting.

"Unfortunately, you won't get your wish."

She rolled over and got out of bed, leaving him in torment.

Ximen Longting frowned tightly: "You want to go?"

"From now on, You go your way, I will go mine." Jing Jiaren straightened her wrinkled skirt and smiled charmingly, "Goodbye, Ximen Longting."