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

It's like occupying a parking space. Sooner or later, he will drive the car over, so before that, no one is allowed to occupy her!

Jing Jiaren naturally reached out and patted his back.

"Are you OK?"

Suddenly, it seemed that the condition was very serious, and his face turned pale, like a vampire.

Ximen Longting held her hand and snorted coldly: "You stay with me...I'll be fine...cough cough cough..."

Jing Jiaren's slightly crooked eyebrows: "Your hands are cold, are you cold?"

"hold me!"

"..."

"Jing Jiaren, I won't be cold if you hold me!" Ximen Longting demanded forcefully, but there was a childlike look in his domineering voice.

The softest part of Jing Jiaren's heart was touched, before she reached out to hug him, Ximen Longting had already reached out to wrap her in his arms, pressing her tightly against her chest.

After Wilson looked at it, he fell back consciously: "Master, this car is too crowded, I'll take the passenger seat."

"Go away now!?"

Wilson took the walkie-talkie, told the driver in front to stop, got out of the car quickly and left.

Jing Jiaren was speechless, Ximen Longting was so ill, and he was full of anger when he yelled.

"Do you have a thermometer? You have a fever and need to see a doctor..." Jing Jiaren's mouth was open, and words of concern came out unnaturally.

Ximen Longting clasped her tightly, resting his chin on her shoulder: "You will be my doctor..."

she?She doesn't know how to see a doctor?

"Kiss me... heal me!"

"..."

"Hey, I'm sick because of you, you didn't show anything?" Ximen Longting's lips started to turn purple, and a pair of red eyes stared at her tightly.

Jing Jia's heart tightened, her eyes were like hands grasping her heart.

Ximen Longting didn't wait for her to take the initiative, pinched her chin, and tentatively touched her lips...

Unexpectedly, the woman did not reject him strongly.

He tentatively licked~licked her lips, his mouth was very dry, and gently traced her lips.

Jing Jiaren drank milk, and there was a milky smell in her mouth.

Ximen Longting couldn't help prying her lips open, sucking her taste wantonly in her mouth.

Jing Jiaren's hands were open in the air, neither did she want to hold him, nor did she want to let go.

The body was half kneeling beside him, but the upper body was in his arms, being kissed back and forth tentatively by him...

Ximen Longting's kiss was very careful, he kissed her a few times, loosened it slightly, and then embraced her again.

Jing Jiaren held her breath and heard her heart beating, bang!boom!bang bang bang!

Ximen Longting's eyes were closed, thick eyelashes drooping, and he concentrated on kissing her, kissing her deeper and deeper.

Her hands were clasped by his fingers, she could feel the wound in his palm, the ring was as cold as his hands.

"8 o'clock, the Opera House..." Ximen Longting leaned against her ear, "You are going."

"..."

"If you don't go, I'll burn your house down!"

Jing Jiaren stared at his sickly face, with two unhealthy blushes on his cheekbones, his red eyes were not as bright as usual, they were dull and empty.

"Are you threatening me? Mr. Simon..."

"How dare I?" He gritted his teeth, and kissed her face again, densely covering her face, feeling a little out of control, "Be my woman, I will torture you..."

After the words fell, his body sank and fell on his shoulders, as if he had passed out again.

Jing Jiaren sighed deeply: "Ximen Longting, I will definitely go tonight."