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

Ximen Longting pressed her lips: "I'll let the entire Leng family be buried with you!"

"What I want is not revenge... Besides, this matter has nothing to do with Leng Lintian."

"Protecting him again." Ximen Longting would not remain calm as soon as he mentioned the second brother of the Leng family.

Jing Jiaren's fingers lightly stroked his chest.

"who is she?"

"Jealous?" Ximen Longting grabbed her hand.

"No."

"Really?" He darkened his eyes, thinking of her indifference, his heart ached, "Then what do you care about her?"

"She looks very similar to me...cough cough," Jing Jiaren coughed, "so I'm curious."

"Just curious? Jing Jiaren, you master liar!"

"I...why did I lie again."

"You don't mind if I sleep with a woman other than you?"

Go to bed, finally mentioned this sensitive issue.

If Jing Jiaren didn't care, why would she run to the downtown to have a shower in a daze, how could she cry like that.

She cared very much, she hoped that Ximen Longting belonged to her alone...

When she thought of him being taken away by another woman, she was relieved for him, and her heart was broken into ice slag like being thrown into an ice cave.

"Jing Jiaren, I want to listen to your heart!"

"I... have no right to care about it." Jing Jiaren simply stopped hiding, with a sour taste in her voice.

Ximen Longting stroked her hair: "Not qualified doesn't mean you don't care?"

Under his expectant gaze, Jing Jiaren nodded.

"I can't stand it...it would be hard for me if you slept with another woman."

"How uncomfortable is it?"

Jing Jiaren pursed her pale lips and remained silent.

Ximen Longting touched her hair with his fingers, and said softly, "If I really slept with her..."

Jing Jiaren's whole body froze, and she stared at him with staring eyes, the pain on her skin was undisguised.

Ximen Longting's heart was stung.

He thought seeing her suffer would make him feel better—

But he didn't expect that if he made her feel sad even the slightest bit, he would feel so much pain.

Jing Jiaren took a strong breath: "It's okay...I know...I did it on my own...I have no right to ask you...for me...you...it really doesn't matter..."

She started talking incoherently.

Ximen Longting held her tighter in his arms, kissed the hair on the top of her head, and coaxed: "My fault."

"..."

"I shouldn't have come to test you at this time."

"..."

"How could I do anything to other women?" He said in a hoarse voice, "I belong to you. Jing Jiaren, I belong to you completely from body to heart."

"You didn't...?"

"No." He grabbed her hand and pressed it to his hot chest.

"Then those hickeys?"

"Drunk, angry." He comforted her with kisses, "Limited to kissing, no overstepping."

Jing Jiaren's eyes were gloomy. So, there are still kisses and touches, but not to that point?

"You can kiss and touch other women casually when you are angry...?" Jing Jiaren overturned the jar of jealousy, "You don't have to go to bed to call it an overstepping move. You have done everything except the last step... Isn't intimacy counted for you? What?"

It was the first time she questioned him so righteously.

Ximen Longting stared at her sternly for a while, then pinched her chin and looked carefully: "Are you Jingjia?"

He actually smiled when he was so serious.