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

Jing Jiaren's body was picked up by his arms, wrapped in his arms, her back pressed against his strong chest...and the...

Jing Jiaren froze all over: "What are you doing?!"

His low laughter came, his fingers caressed her arm frivolously, his eyes seemed to be on fire: "You are so sensitive, your skin has small particles."

"That's goosebumps, don't you know it's from being disgusted by the thing under you?"

He leaned over and sprayed hot air against her ears:

"What is that... down there?"

He asked the question knowingly, and his tone was frivolous to death.

Jing Jiaren felt a burning sensation in the base of her ears, and forcibly wanted to get out of his embrace.

He squeezed his hands together and restrained her: "You still have injuries on your hands, don't move around, it will be bad if you touch raw water."

"Pervert, let me go!"

"Tsk tsk, a dirty cat that doesn't like bathing."

"I'll take a shower myself, I don't need you—you go out!"

"It's inconvenient for your hand to be injured, it's better for me to help you."

Would he be so kind to help her?It's clearly an evil idea.

She felt that his stronger and hotter desire was always waiting to violate her...

He rubbed her body with the foaming net, spread the bubbles evenly on the skin, for some reason, she suddenly felt like insects were gnawing in her blood vessels, and her body became very soft...

Her breathing became short, and it was obvious that his breath became low.

"Don't forget your promise to me!" She found that her voice had changed, low and soft, like a kitten.

Ximen Longting leaned against her neck and bit her earlobe lightly: "I haven't forgotten."

"Bastard! In this case, why do you... still touch me?"

"I promised not to rape you by force, but I didn't promise not to touch you."

What do you mean?

"Except for the last step, I can do whatever I want."

He said, wrapped her ears, teasing her in his unique way.

Jing Jiaren's body trembled, her toes curled up...

"Bastard... ah, ha..."

The hot air in the bathroom was lingering, and the low voice changed from slow to rapid, interspersed with a few curses.

Jing Jiaren really greeted Ximen Longting's eighteen generations of ancestors in her heart.

This kind of shameless and vulgar man... How many things will he do to break the bottom line?

after an hour.

Jing Jiaren was kissed all over her body, of course, he didn't even let go of the most private place!

Her body was even weaker than when she was seriously ill, and she had no strength at all.

With rosy cheeks, she leaned against his firm arms, her pupils were watery, but her eyes were misty, and her pale skin in the water vapor was extremely alluring.

Ximen Longting tortured her, knowing that women who had already fucked would have needs, and his skills were superb, picking out her sensitive points.

Jing Jiaren clenched her small fists tightly, gritted her teeth, and endured stubbornly.

Both are confronting each other's endurance.

Finally, it was Ximen Longting who was defeated first, took her little hand, and pressed it against him...

She tried hard to pull out her hand, but he surrounded her with both hands, preventing her from escaping!

Another hour later.

Jing Jiaren's hands were about to break off, her palms were hot, and finally he felt his body tighten, and a stream of sticky stuff spewed out from the palms she was holding.

gross……

Jing Jiaren's eyes widened, she pulled out her hand suddenly, and scrubbed back and forth in the water.

Damn, he's having fun!But what about her!