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

Ximen Longting reached out with his long hand, put his arms around Jing Jiaren's waist, and threw her onto his knee.

Although his movements were heavy, he didn't touch her wound.

The skirt was easily rolled up and taken off, before Jing Jiaren could stop her, she was already thrown far away.

Because her back was injured and wrapped in bandages, Jing Jiaren didn't wear underwear, purple lace panties, no socks, and her slender, fair legs stepped on a pair of nude-colored high heels.

Ximen Longting pulled down her panties and looked at the swelling and redness of her buttocks.

The big hand pressed her buttocks twice...

"Hiss—" Jing Jiaren bit her lip in pain.

"It hurts?" His frivolous voice approached her ear.

Jing Jiaren bit her lip and said nothing. He pinched her jaws and forced her head to face her: "If you dare to disobey me again, your pain has just begun..."

Jing Jiaren kept her eyes cold and said nothing.

"Don't look at me like that!"

"..."

His heroic brows were frowned, and he slammed her lips tightly, his smooth soft tongue attacking her with the aroma of black tea.

Jing Jiaren's mouth was dry, she was already thirsty...

The sweetness in his mouth nourished her.

Jing Jiaren's posture was very uncomfortable, and being naked and kissed in front of the servants was even more difficult for her to accept.

He resisted with both hands, but got a more fierce kiss back.

He warned her with his lips: "Don't try to provoke me again!"

The servant brought the medicine box and watched this sensational scene, wondering if he should make a sound to remind him.

Ximen Longting seemed to have eyes on the top of his head: "Bring me the medicine box."

He finally stopped kissing her, threw her on the sofa, and took active oil to rub her medicine.

Kneading vigorously with his big palm, he personally rubbed the medicine on her buttocks.

The gesture is not gentle, but not rude.

Use scissors to remove the bandages on her back...

Some bandages had stuck to the wound, and when he tore it off, some blood flowed out, making her shoulders tremble with pain.

A pillow was thrown in front of her.

"Hold it when it hurts."

Jing Jiaren calmly turned her face away: "I don't feel pain."

Ximen Longting took out the best Jinchuang medicine powder and poured it on her wound.

His movements are proficient. Obviously, he was also the one who helped her apply the medicine last time.

"Why did you help me that night?"

Jing Jiaren pursed her lips, he finally asked this question, she thought he was dismissive of her behavior.

"Do you think I will be grateful to you for helping me?" He asked coldly.

Jing Jiaren laughed softly: "At the critical moment, I don't have the American time to think-whether I want to rush to save you, just to please you. I will not risk my life to win your love... you Don't overcomplicate the world."

Ximen Longting stared at the scar on her back.

"You are so successful in your career and handsome. It is common for women to admire you. Do you believe me when I say that I saved you because I fell in love with you?"

"..."

"You always think of me as approaching you with some other purpose, and what do you bring me back for?" Jing Jiaren frowned lightly, "If you're so afraid of me, let me go, or kill me."

"You think I dare not kill you?"

He had this idea several times, but never did it.

"At first I thought you wouldn't, but now I've changed my mind... You're so cruel and ruthless, what can't you do? I regret falling in love with you and saving you."

regret?He didn't know why his heart suddenly suffocated.