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

After a short pause, Ximen Longting's voice was lingering, "You haven't tried me, how do you know I'm not the one you like? Don't keep rejecting me, get to know me, maybe I'm just right for you in every way !"

Jing Jiaren is afraid to give him a chance, the more he eats, the more delicious he is, what should he do?

When the time comes, he will suit her taste, but he has changed women.

Ximen Longting narrowed his eyes with a hint of depth, approaching her, stroking her hair with his big hand: "Either eat this bento, or eat me."

"..."

"Girl, it's a fair choice."

If she couldn't bear another woman between them, she would accept him.

Jing Jiaren stared at him with wide eyes, feeling extremely complicated...

The man leaned over, but she didn't resist at all, and she wasn't bored.

If it was someone else, even Leng Lintian, she would feel uncomfortable in all the pores of her body.

Why is it only him, even the movement of touching her is natural and intimate, as if he was very familiar...

She remembered the blank 6 years of memory, is there him?

Jing Jiaren's clear eyes fixed his handsome and deep face, and he put the meat to her mouth again: "Eat the meat or eat me?"

Jing Jiaren obviously could choose neither, but she was foolish, and opened her mouth to bite down on the meat.

Ximen Longting's eyes were dim, and he was indeed disappointed with her choice...

But it doesn't matter, her attitude is changing little by little, and she is struggling more and more.

And he didn't want her to starve.

"Good boy," the corners of his mouth curled up when he saw her mechanically chewing the beef, "I don't want you to be hungry at any time. Jing Jiaren, do you understand?"

Jing Jiaren didn't say a word, just after swallowing, another dish with chopsticks was handed over.

"Don't feed me!"

"I like!"

"That soup is going to drip on my clothes!"

Ximen Longting stretched out his hands under the chopsticks to continue, regardless of whether the soup fell on his palm, whether it was greasy or not...

In my impression, he is a person who loves cleanliness so much that he is almost a clean freak.

When someone touches him, he will wash his hands immediately, and he will take a shower after class, because his hair is slightly wet every time he sees him.

You usually dress neatly and cleanly, and you can't tolerate any dirt.

Ximen Longting fed her mouthful, with an undeniable compulsion...

He fed her so easily, gentle yet careful, and his movements became natural, as if he had fed her like this many times.

It was the first time Jing Jiaren saw that such a domineering monarch would step down from the high world to feed her.

He actually chose the parts she didn't like, such as celery, etc., first.

Every time she took a bite, he would stare at the reaction on her face and ask in a low voice, "Delicious?"

Although Jing Jiaren didn't speak, he could tell from her chewing movements...if she could tell which dish was delicious, he would take another bite, and if the dish was not tasty, he would immediately strike out.

Jing Jiaren bit her lower lip slightly, how embarrassing it was to be fed by a man.

Why did she take it so... for granted?

Looking at his face close at hand, I have an inexplicable urge to have a sour nose.

"Enough, I'm full... This time I'm really full."

Ximen Longting's eyes darkened, and her appetite decreased again. Compared to when she was in the King of Beauty, she lost too much weight.

"Drink the soup."

"The soup is cold..."

Ximen Longting tried it with his hands, it was warm, and he took a sip. The taste was good, so he picked up the spoon to feed her.

Jing Jiaren glared at him: "You just drank the soup directly to your mouth!"