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

Ximen Longting's eyes were deep and he didn't speak.

Not long after, Wilson knocked on the door with a bodyguard. Jing Jiaren looked at the things that had been brought in, her whole body froze.

A stove is brought to the bedside...

Jing Jiaren saw tongs in the stove and a red-hot metal object.

Her memory couldn't help being brought back to that island.

"Ximen Longting! You crazy! Just tell me what you are going to do!" Jing Jiaren scolded angrily, "Can't your brain be normal for a moment?"

Ximen Longting waited for the bodyguards to leave before taking off his suit jacket.

Unbutton the shirt inside...

Jing Jiaren naturally knew what he was going to do.

"If you dare to mess around, I won't forgive you!" She cursed loudly.

"Beauty, I want you to return the pain I gave you." The fire in the stove was reflected on his face, and he smiled brilliantly, "Give it back to me, and I will feel more balanced in my heart."

"Is the mental hospital open? When did you run out? Get the hell out of here!"

Ximen Longting has already taken off his shirt.

"It's baked here." He pointed to a piece of tender meat on his chest.

That's where she once shot him.

"Closest to the heart."

"..."

"Or, burn it directly on the heart?" He asked seriously, "What do you think, beautiful lady?"

"Get out of here—" Jing Jiaren pointed at the door and yelled frantically.

"If you're not satisfied, then burn it on my forehead? How about it? From then on, we are a striking couple."

Jing Jiaren's shoulders trembled: "You really don't want to make trouble, I beg you."

"I'm not making trouble, I really want to return it."

He took her hand and placed it over his heart.

Her palms were pressed down against his heart...

"Here, it hurts." He raised the corner of his mouth flirtatiously.

"..."

"I don't know how to use this method to make the pain less painful."

The corners of Jing Jiaren's mouth drooped, and she wanted to cry again.

"I forgive you, I will forget this scar, you don't want to brand it."

"I have to."

"You are such a self-righteous person, you are so self-righteous, you can't listen to anything—"

Ximen Longting saw that it was almost burning, and the coals in the stove were crackling. He picked up the pliers and took out the rose ring.

Jing Jiaren rushed over to stop her, but he only pushed her shoulder with one hand to separate her.

"Beauty, do you think anyone can stop me from what I want to do?"

"..."

"I wanted you to burn me with your own hands, that would be the most perfect." He pulled his lips and smiled fiercely, "If you don't want to, I'll do it myself."

Jing Jiaren shook her head, she knew she couldn't stop him, she had never been able to stop him from making any decisions.

Like he loves her, he hates her.

His vigorous love like moths flying to the flame, his hysterical and desperate hate.It's all his business.

A hot red ring with a rose shape facing the muzzle of the gun...

She had pointed a gun at him.

Nourishes—

Ximen Longting struck decisively without mercy.

Jing Jiaren forcefully turned her face away, gripping the quilt tightly with both hands.

After a long time, her hoarse voice sounded:

"Ximen Longting, how can you treat me so cruelly again and again?"

"..."

"You think I'll be happy if you burn a scar too, don't you?" Jing Jiaren shook her head, "This will only add a new scar to our scarred relationship."