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

She found that as long as she remained still, Ximen Longting's raised body would relax, the muscles would not be so tense, and the force holding her would also relax...

And if she moved a little, he would hold her tight.

"I'll send someone to get the tranquilizer pistol right now," Wilson said, still worried, "Miss Jing, can you bear with it?"

Jing Jiaren's face was pale. Seriously, Ximen Longting's tricks...

In another ten minutes, she might really die from lack of oxygen.

Even if she doesn't die, her bones will be shattered.

She frowned slightly, and suddenly tried to stand on tiptoe. As soon as she moved, Ximen Longting hugged her tightly again, pressing her against the door panel.

However, when Jing Jiaren's soft lips touched his lips——

Ximen Longting's whole figure suddenly paused.

Jing Jiaren poked out her tongue, painted his thin lips, and tasted the strong smell of wine.

Ximen Longting's hand was visibly relaxed, and Jing Jiaren pried open his lips, poked in, and kissed him so boldly and proactively for the first time.

Ximen Longting let go of his arms, turned to clasp the back of her head with one hand, and wrapped her waist with one hand.

Wilson was speechless...

Jing Jiaren's kiss is more effective than a tranquilizer pistol!

Ximen Longting reflexively kissed Jing Jiaren's lips fiercely. After kissing for a while, he wandered blindly and randomly, kissing her neck, ears, shoulders...

Her hair was messed up by him, and his slender fingers inserted ~ into her hair.

Whether a man is drunk or not, once his dormant desire is awakened, then...

The big hand grabbed her skirt and tore it apart with a little force.

Jing Jiaren really admired him, so drunk and irrational, he could still find her legs.

Wilson coughed and turned around quickly, and the two bodyguards also turned around consciously.

Normally, of course he would consciously leave the room and avoid it, but now Ximen Longting pressed down on Jing Jiaren and blocked the door.

Jing Jiaren's cheeks were reddish, right?Would Ximen Longting want to mess with her at the door?

She was blushing, and there were bystanders present.

"Ximen Longting, are you awake?"

He lifted her hips, let her feet off the ground, hanging on his narrow waist.

Jing Jiaren consciously clasped his shoulders with both hands, and widened her eyes: "Ximen Longting, no! Did you hear me! I said no!"

Ximen Longting's eyes were swirling red swirls.

"Miss Jing, if you are in danger, call out my name..."

Wilson's eyes fell on the bathroom that came with him, and he pushed the two bodyguards, thankful that there was such a shelter.

Jing Jiaren began to regret not agreeing to Wilson to knock Ximen Longting unconscious...

Her messy hair was brushed away, and Ximen Longting kissed her wildly everywhere.

His body was hot, he pulled down his trousers with a sense of hostility, and rubbed against her without any foreplay.

……

Jing Jiaren's soft body leaned against his arms, her chin resting on his shoulder.

Such an overbearing Ximen Longting seemed to tear her apart.

She was afraid that she would die at any time and be treated so frantically and tortured.

However, the pain at the beginning was soon overtaken by the numbness and trembling. She had never tasted the feeling of pain and pleasure at the same time.

"Ximen Longting, are you venting..."

She made a sound intermittently.

He must have suppressed a lot of grievances to erupt tonight.

Through the smell of alcohol, Jing Jia could smell something that only belonged to him. No matter how roughly he treated her, she should bear it.