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

Ximen Longying groaned in pain: "Aofeng...don't go."

"Mr. Leng is here, Second Miss, don't be afraid." Aunt Qu hastily pushed "Leng Aofeng".

Ximen Longying's hands curled up vigorously in mid-air, as if trying to grab something.

"Leng Aofeng" handed her his hand helplessly.

Ximen Longying tugged hard. Although she was in pain, she didn't know where the strength came from, and she desperately wanted to drag "Leng Aofeng" closer to her.

"Leng Aofeng" naturally climbed onto the bed with half of his body, trying to get as close to her as possible.

"Second Miss, don't move around." Aunt Qu was overwhelmed, looking at Jing Jiaren who was standing stupidly, "Towel!"

Jing Jia hurriedly took the towel, and a servant took it away.

Pregnancy shocks come and go...

At this moment, Ximen Longying might have breathed a sigh of relief, clutching the hand of "Leng Aofeng" and muttering something.

"Leng Aofeng" nodded and said in a low voice, "I will not leave you."

Jing Jiaren saw the voice changer hanging from his helix.

Although the voice was a bit like Leng Aofeng's, it was deeper and his tone of voice was different.

It's hard to imitate...

How could Ximen Longying care so much, she held his hand tightly, with a pale smile on her lips.

However, before the smile was formed, another wave of pain overwhelmed her.

She firmly grabbed "Leng Aofeng"'s hand and bit it...

"Leng Aofeng" frowned in pain, and subconsciously wanted to pull out his hand, but Aunt Qu stared at him coldly: "Don't move!"

"Leng Aofeng" had no choice but to endure the pain.

Ximen Longying bit his arm with big bloodstained tooth marks, panting deeply:

"I know... I can't make it through..."

"..."

"But, you are mine...the mark on your arm...remember me..."

She said incoherently, "Remember me, I am...your wife...the only..."

"Leng Aofeng" nodded frequently: "My wife, I will never forget you."

Ximen Longying was a little happy, she grabbed his heart with her hands, and her bloody fingerprints were on his white shirt: "Xiao Fengfeng... If there is a next life... I will definitely be your heart."

"Okay, you will be my heart."

"I don't dance...you have to die too!"

"Leng Aofeng"'s expression suddenly changed, and he looked at her with some fear.

Ximen Longying's eyes were blurred, she held his face with the other hand and smiled: "Why, are you scared?"

"..."

"Are you afraid of death... afraid of dying with me?"

"..."

"I... am not afraid..." Ximen Longying grasped his clothes tightly and pulled out the folds vigorously, as if wanting to grab his heart, "With you, I am not afraid of death... Don't worry... I can't bear to...you die……"

For some reason, seeing this scene, Jing Jiaren felt desolation jumping up from the bottom of her feet.

In all fairness, as a woman, Ximen Longying only wants a man who loves her, a child, and a warm home.

It's just that her childhood environment created her personality, which made her use the wrong way of love.

The saddest thing about Ximen Longying is that until she died, she never saw the side of the man she really loved...

However, it's okay to let her live in this illusion.

"Second Miss, stop talking, you've bled a lot, try harder!" Aunt Qu covered her mouth and shouted loudly.

"Ah——" Ximen Longying struggled in pain, exhausting her last breath of strength.