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

The clothes were torn in two and could not cover the body at all.This violent man!

She simply took it off, found a bathrobe and put it on.

Ximen Longting's coat was still on the chair, he will definitely come back.

Jing Jiaren originally wanted to take the opportunity to sneak away, but when she opened the door, she saw a few attendants standing outside the door...

Had to close the door again.

There was a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, how could he give her a chance to escape?

Why did he stop at the most critical moment—it must have offended his masculinity!This is the first time a person like him who is arrogant and self-respecting has tasted defeat, so he left in a rage?

Jing Jiaren couldn't help but walked to the terrace again, looking at the light from the next room.

The sliding door to the terrace over there has been closed, so no more sounds from inside can be heard.

what is he doing nowAre you drunk?Should be asleep?

Will he miss her, just like she is thinking about him at this moment...

Jing Jiaren stood on the terrace for a while with the night wind blowing, and suddenly woke up.

Jing Jiaren, you idiot!What's the point of standing here? What's the use of recalling the past? What if he suddenly opened the door and saw her?

She hasn't sorted out her messed up mood at all.

She went back to the room, closed and pushed the door, fell on the big bed, tossed and turned but couldn't fall asleep.

She recalled the past with Shang Yanxuan like a movie in her mind...

At three o'clock in the night, she still didn't fall asleep, her mind was so clear that she could even hear footsteps outside clearly.

"Master." "Master, you are back."...

The attendants outside the door lowered their voices to greet Ximen Longting.

Then there was the sound of the room card swiping open the door.

The door opened and closed gently, as if not to wake the person in the bed, and she didn't even hear his footsteps.

Then, the big bed shook slightly, and he lay down. In an instant, she smelled alcohol.

He should have gone to the bar on the third floor of the hotel to drink.

But obviously he wasn't drunk, otherwise—he would have been rowdy and drunk.

He was lying beside her, some distance away, and he didn't hold her in his arms as usual.

The smell of alcohol on his body seemed to carry his heat, she didn't know why, but she always focused on him.

She began to wonder why he lowered his voice, was he afraid of waking her up?She thought he would take her by force while drunk, just like last time, she woke up the next day and pretended not to remember anything, and bit back that she seduced him!

But he didn't do anything...

Jing Jiaren frowned, unable to figure out what this man was thinking.

She didn't bother to think about him anymore...

The night was extraordinarily quiet and long.

Every breath he took disturbed her thoughts, and she couldn't sleep no matter what, her lower abdomen was slightly distended.

She wanted to go to the toilet, but she was afraid of making a noise to let him know that she was still awake——

I endured it for nearly half an hour.

He was so quiet and drank again, he should have fallen asleep! ?

Jing Jiaren finally couldn't help it, and got off the bed lightly, trying not to make a sound.

After walking a few steps, I looked back at him worriedly——

In an instant, he stared at the blood-red opened eyes in the darkness.

Jing Jiaren was startled, and took two steps back in fright, knocking down the desk lamp behind her.

The desk lamp fell on the bedside table, and the water glass fell... Crackling!

"You..." she stroked her chest, still in shock, "staying awake in the middle of the night is frightening to death!"