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

Immediately retreated to the side, staring blankly at Ximen Longting's back as he walked downstairs.

Jing Jiaren clearly heard the two girls whispering:

"Which class is that from? God, it's so handsome."

"Chacha's dance class? Look at the dance clothes he's wearing..."

"So tall, so MAN, let's go find out?"

Jing Jiaren was speechless, she was still hanging on Ximen Longting, did she just get ignored?How handsome is such a dirty man?

People nowadays are all visual animals, but he only has that handsome face!

"So gentle, that girl is sick... I wish I could be sick too..."

When Jing Jiaren finally heard these two murmurs vaguely, a mouthful of old blood was about to be spurted out.

Have you ever seen a sick person carried away like this?They are usually held horizontally or carried on their backs.

Jing Jiaren's cheeks were blushing, Ximen Longting was the only one with such a shameless embrace...

"Um……"

He stepped over the last two steps at once, and Jing Jiaren was pushed down hard, her body tightened, and she made a soft and charming sound.

Ximen Longting held her body up and weighed it up, knowing that she was being teased, and wanted to intensify it...

Jing Jiaren frowned, and a warm current overflowed uncontrollably.

Ximen Longting's evil voice whispered, "You're sweating."

"..."

"So much flow at once, how hot is it?"

Jing Jiaren's cheeks were flushed with anger, and she naturally understood the hint in his words.What happened to her body?

Ximen Longting kicked open the door of the men's bathroom and saw that there was no one inside, then hugged Jing Jiaren tightly and put her on the counter.

His hot body finally retreated, and Jing Jiaren immediately put her legs together, biting her lip.

I heard Ximen Longting say teasingly: "If you need, I can serve you at any time."

"..."

It is class time now, and there is usually no one in the toilet.

Ximen Longting lifted her chin with his index finger, public toilet... He hasn't tried it with her yet.

Looking at her shy expression, it would be good to try it out here.

Jing Jiaren raised her head abruptly, raised her palms, and slapped Ximen Longting's face heavily.

He didn't hurt or itch, as if she didn't slap at all: "I thought this slap would have come down a long time ago, you have good patience."

Jing Jia was annoyed, and slapped him again.

Ximen Longting turned on the faucet and washed his hands in the cold water. Seeing that Jing Jiaren wanted to jump off the stage, he immediately held her shoulder.

"Wait, the sweat on your face hasn't washed off yet."

"Get your dirty hands off!"

Ximen Longting took out a handkerchief from his bra pocket, soaked it in water, and wiped the sweat from Jing Jiaren's forehead.

With red eyes locked on her face, he raised his lips alluringly: "Do you feel humiliated?"

Jing Jiaren's hands were clenched into fists, and her shoulders were trembling slightly.

It was the first time she saw such a domineering and shameless type as Ximen Longting... In the past, as long as she put on a cold face, she would shrink back.

And Ximen Longting is simply a shameless hooligan!

Her physical strength is not as good as his, she can't scold, beat, struggle, and only then realize that apart from her arrogance, she is actually so weak.

He can do whatever he wants with her!

"It's right to be ashamed," Ximen Longting wiped her brows carefully, "women shouldn't take dance classes."

"..."

"Especially for pas de deux, how dare you find a male partner?"

"..."