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

Jing Jiaren watched her go out, but she wasn't sure if she had left the bedroom.

He whispered: "If you do this, aren't you directly provoking Master Ximen?"

"You don't like it?"

"You didn't think about the consequences."

"Consequences?" Ximen Longting snorted coldly, "Any consequences are not as important as your mood!"

In the past, he thought too much about the consequences... He looked forward and backward, and ended up wronging her.

"Ximen Longting..."

"You are my woman, and I will never let you suffer any more." He dimmed his eyes, picked up the bath ball with his big hand, and took over Ji Zihan's job to help her take a bath.

Jing Jiaren leaned in his arms, really feeling warm in her heart.

The feeling of being supported by him like this is very comfortable and very happy...

"But, if Master Ximen..."

"Shh," he interrupted her, "don't think about it, the sky is falling and I'm here. You shouldn't be thinking about anything that worries you."

Jing Jiaren thought about it, well, the matter has come to this point... what should be done has been done, and it is too late to think about the consequences now.

Ximen Longting cleaned her very gently.

She leaned on his shoulder, inserted her fingers into his short hair, and kissed his forehead.

When her fingers touched the wound in his hair, she asked distressedly, "Does it still hurt?"

He leaned on her ear: "give me a few more times, it will get better faster."

"rogue……"

"Kiss me again."

Jing Jiaren kissed his forehead and eyes.

He smiled lightly, and the texture at the corners of his eyes was slightly wrinkled. He was really handsome and good-looking, and she would never get tired of seeing him.

He washed and began to massage her.

His slender hands pressed down on her neck and shoulders. Compared with three years ago, his technique has become quite skillful.

He made her lie on the edge of the bathtub, his powerful hands stroking the veins in her back.

Jing Jiaren was slightly surprised: "When did you learn massage?"

"I've learned a lot..."

"Like cooking?"

"There's more." Ximen Longting's voice was mellow.

Jing Jiaren kowtowed, the king who ruled the world has really changed a lot because of her pride.

Three years later, he has become more perfect, making her find it difficult to match.

"Be gentle..." Her body moved slightly, "Be more professional!"

This man, halfway through the massage, wrapped his hands around her plump body again, rubbing it lovingly.

"It's also a massage, which improves blood circulation."

"Ximen Longting, are you a boar?" She couldn't help teasing, "How many times have you asked for it since last night?"

"How many times is not enough."

"No," Jing Jiaren pushed his face away, "I'm very tired..."

Little is better than newlyweds.

What's more, the time they've been apart is so long...

If you want to make up for the gaps in the past four years, Jing Jiaren will definitely be paralyzed in the lower body!

Ji Zihan stood by the window, imagining the way Ximen Longting looked at Jing Jiaren.

If [Jing Jiaren] hadn't died, she would almost have thought that...

When will he look at her like that and notice her?

There was a sound of laughter from the bathroom. Ximen Longting and Jing Jiaren were talking about something, but it was indistinct and couldn't be heard clearly.

But anyone can hear the indulgence in Ximen Longting's voice.

The way he spoke in a low and gentle manner, even the ice sculptures were about to melt...

Not long after, the teasing voice became ambiguous.

Then came the familiar groan, the sound of water waves colliding.

Like a thousand arrows piercing Ji Zihan's heart, his eyes gradually became deeper.

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