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

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The atmosphere in the bedroom is beautiful.

The two lay face to face on the king size bed, dripping with sweat.

Jing Jiaren was obviously bored, she stroked his face with her fingers, remembering his outline deeply.

She couldn't remember his size all the time, and wanted to make a sweater for him...

Her fingers measured his broad shoulders, his arms, his chest...

Remember him, remember everything about this man.

Jing Jiaren's heart aches and her lips are slightly pale, but she won't let him see her strangeness.

How much she wanted to have him like this forever.

Her hand caressed the rose marks on his chest, and moved over the scar on his abdomen.

Ximen Longting grabbed her hand suddenly, his voice was hoarse: "Didn't I give you enough just now?"

"I..." Jing Jiaren's voice was also hoarse, "I just want to remember you."

"Oh," he chuckled softly, "you won't lose your memory, I let you watch it every day, can you still forget me?"

"It's nothing."

"Jing Jiaren, you are not paying attention today."

"how?"

"When I was in love with you, you didn't look into my eyes." He stared at her sharply, "What are you thinking!?"

When Jing Jiaren saw his eyes, she thought that his illness was about to recover, and when she thought that his illness was about to recover, it meant their parting...

How could her heart not hurt? !

He was happy for his illness to be treated, but also fearful of the upcoming parting.Her mood was extremely contradictory and complicated.

Ximen Longting also sensed that something was wrong with her, and was about to investigate carefully——

A cry of hunger came to mind.

Jing Jiaren opened her eyes wide: "Your stomach is growling, you are hungry."

Ximen Longting: "..." It's really not the right time to be hungry.

"I drank some soup today, why don't you go down and eat something?"

Ximen Longting stroked her sweaty hair: "Seeing you, do you know what I want to eat?"

"what?"

"Xiao long bao." His hands viciously climbed up her plump body.

"Stop making trouble, you still don't get tired of eating so much?" Jing Jiaren took off his hand, "Then seeing you, do you know what I want to eat?"

"Say."

Jing Jiaren held his face: "Pork head meat..."

Ximen Longting's handsome face instantly darkened: "Damn woman, are you getting more and more courageous now?"

In the morning it was a metaphor that he was a pig, (the time I talked to the scorpion) now it was a metaphor that he was a pig's head.

He leaned over, ready to punish her again with practical actions.

Jing Jiaren begged for mercy and raised her hand: "You're hungry, it's time to eat. And I really want to eat pork head meat, it's best braised..."

"Jing Jiaren, how dare you be arrogant!"

"What do you want to do……"

The quilt shook, covering the two of them, Ximen Long hugged her violently, intending to do evil again.

Jing Jiaren yelled in a muffled voice: "If you don't let me go, I'm going to fart."

"Jing Jiaren, how dare you!"

"Put a big fart~~~"

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and it was Wilson: "Miss Jing, we have paid a lot of money to invite the country couple you are looking for, and they are waiting in the living room downstairs."

Jing Jiaren responded, and got her head out of the quilt: "Okay, let's get down right away."

Ximen Longting pulled her back to bed, still playing with the "baozi".

"Have you played enough?"

"not enough."