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

Chapter 1318 I haven't given you shoes yet

A fire was lit in the house, and a shelf was set up to hang clothes.

Jing Jiaren looked at Ximen Longting with his chest open, desperately refusing to change into the coarse clothes...

"You just put it on temporarily, and change it when the clothes are dry?"

Ximen Longting frowned lamely.

"Put it on, or you'll catch a cold." Jing Jiaren looked at his wet suit pants, "Take off your pants quickly."

"Take care of yourself, don't worry about me."

"My clothes are not even wet... You are the one who is soaked now. Come on, I will help you take off your pants."

Jing Jiaren moved her position and went to pick off his belt.

Ximen Longting pressed her hand violently: "Jing Jiaren, are you looking for death?"

"I'm afraid you'll catch a cold."

"..."

"Then take off your shoes and socks." Jing Jiaren forcibly took off his shoes, "Your feet are so heavy, lift them up."

Ximen Longting straightened her straight: "Jing Jiaren, you are the most troubled pregnant woman I have ever seen."

"Take off your shoes quickly!"

He stood still.

"If you don't take it off, I will forcefully kiss you!"

Ximen Longting's eyes widened, and he looked at her in disbelief, thinking he had heard wrong.

"Treat the body in the same way!"

Ximen Longting took off his shoes, Jing Jiaren picked them up, and even poured out water.

She looked at the shoe size 42: "What a big foot."

"..."

"Are you wearing regular size 42 shoes?" Jing Jiaren's eyes dimmed, "I've never given you shoes before."

Ximen Longting's gaze darkened again.

"Take off your socks, too."

Jing Jiaren pulled off his socks and wrung them dry with her hands.

Ximen Longting looked at her deeply, his red pupils were reflected in the fire, even though he was sitting in this rough place, he was still dignified and majestic.

Jing Jiaren couldn't find a place to dry her socks, and based on her experience, it would be faster to keep drying them.

So I put it in my hand like wearing a glove.

Ximen Longting frowned: "Take it off!"

"what happened?"

Ximen Longting suddenly grabbed the socks and threw them far away.

Jing Jiaren went down to pick it up again: "What are you doing?"

"No more."

"You don't wear socks, you'll catch a cold in such cold weather!" Jing Jiaren frowned, "I don't understand you, why you refuse to wear their clothes and socks."

"I have a cleanliness."

"Okay, then don't get in the way of my socks drying."

Ximen Longting: "It stinks to death."

"There's no one who dislikes the smell of my socks, I don't even dislike them." Jing Jiaren smiled warmly, "Not to mention it doesn't smell. Your feet have never smelled before."

"Have you smelled it?"

"..." Jing Jiaren, "Didn't I say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, as long as it is everything about you, I will not dislike it. You should feel the same way, right?"

After finishing speaking, Jing Jiaren felt her cheeks burn.

I don't know if it was baked, or she is still not used to talking about love.

Ximen Longting stared at her intently, his eyes were like fire.

Jing Jiaren felt her cheeks getting hotter: "What are you doing looking at me?"

"When did you become so thick-skinned?" He couldn't help reaching out and pinching her chin.

Jing Jiaren blushed and looked back at him: "I learned from you."

"..."

"Don't you like it?" She smiled uncertainly, "You made me into this, Ximen Longting, you have to be responsible for me!"

Ximen Longting's gaze was even more painful, and a kind of boundless pain spread.

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