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

Ximen Longting pulled down her panties, and lifted her skirt up forcefully!

She felt a coolness coming from her buttocks, and the red wine flowed down her buttocks...

Without any prelude at all, he entered her, his dry body was moistened by the red wine.

Jing Jiaren frowned, but still felt the pain, and grabbed the edge of the bed with both hands.

Next, she is a venting machine.

He made her kneel or lay down, no matter on the bed, sofa, or the carpet, in silence with each other, only the sound of rubbing against each other.

He didn't like to enter her head-on, and occasionally turned her body, and covered her face with pillows and the like.

Jing Jiaren was often overwhelmed by him, suffocating and thinking that she was going to be suffocated to death.

She asked coldly: "Do you want me to do it with you wearing a mask next time?"

The man's rhythm suddenly stopped.

The next moment, he insulted her deeper and harder, almost crushing her mandible with his big hand.

Jing Jiaren bit her lip, and she began to contradict being treated like this again.

The body goes from initial pain to pleasure.

Waves of pleasure swept over her, and she couldn't help but start to speak...

Ximen Longting twisted her body violently: "Shut up."

"..."

"Let me hear you utter another word, and I'll make you speechless forever."

Jing Jiaren bit her lip even more tightly, what is this, is he deceiving himself?

Jing Jiaren's face was bumped and buried under the quilt...

His physical strength was amazing, and the torture usually lasted an hour or two before it was over.

Fortunately, Jing Jiaren was able to adapt to his ferocity, and lay in his arms, breathing the air that smelled of him.

His chest was heaving vigorously, and he suddenly pushed her away violently: "Get off."

Jing Jiaren was kicked, her waist was almost broken, and she even rolled and got out of bed. If she kicked slowly, she might really be kicked and fractured.

Ximen Longting was lying on the big bed alone, dripping with sweat, with a cold and distant expression.

Jing Jiaren picked up the clothes on the floor and went to the bathroom to wash up. When he came out, he was still lying on the bed in that position.

"Should I finish my work tonight?" She straightened her clothes, "I'm going back."

Ximen Longting didn't speak, it seemed that even looking at her was unnecessary.

Jing Jiaren frowned, he really regarded her as a pure bed tool...

Suddenly, a wolf howled in the distance.

"Ooooooooo-"

Immediately afterwards, the sound of bang bang exploded in the night.

Jing Jiaren's body shook, and she couldn't help but ran to the window and opened it to see the situation...

Under the bright moonlight, on the top of the watchtower, the figure of a wolf stood beside the cross.

"Ow--"

The mournful howling of wolves sounded, and the people on the watchtower floor were knocked down, and the bodyguards guarding the church below fired with their sniper guns.

Jing Jiaren's eyes widened in disbelief.

Leng Aofeng!It must be him!

How could ordinary wolves jump on such a high watchtower.

There was a hasty knock on the door, and Wilson said through the door, "Master, that weird wolf has appeared again."

again……

This shows that Leng Aofeng appeared more than once.

Under the watchtower is the submarine cemetery, where [Jing Jiaren] is buried.

There was a pounding pain in my heart.

Did he not get the antigen?Why did he still turn into a wolf?What the hell is going on!

Ximen Longting had stood up in a chilly manner, his every move was full of murderous intent.

"Where are you going?" Jing Jiaren clenched her fists, "You want to kill that wolf? You can't go—"