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

Sitting here in this posture is too wretched.

Ximen Longting opened her hand, and with a slap, Jing Jiaren's hand was numb and painful.

Jing Jiaren pressed the back of her hand, she really came to beg for a beating today, her whole body was bruised and swollen by him, her bones felt like they had been run over.

Ximen Longting suddenly pulled her wrist and stared at the back of her hand.

He stared at the place where she was shot red, with a trace of bewildered regret on his face.

It's like a child doing something wrong without knowing the importance of it.

Jing Jiaren's heart softened instantly: "I didn't blame you!"

"..."

"Ximen Longting, I don't blame you for anything... Including, you canvass for me, you do everything, I'm not blind, I know that your starting point is because of me..."

Although those practices did not quite follow her wishes.

"I came to you today to tell you, I... What are you doing?"

Put it in front of his lips and gently fuck...

Jing Jiaren's heart changed from pain to suffocation, and she felt very uncomfortable.

"Ximen Longting, did you hear me? Have you sobered up?"

If he didn't wake up, why would he understand her pain and start caring about her.

But if he wakes up, why is he silent...

Ximen Longting held her hand and licked~kissed intently, the palm of her hand was hot.

Wilson said from the side: "The young master is not very conscious now. I suggest that you say what you just said when the young master is awake."

Jing Jiaren: "..."

"This way, the young master will be very happy."

Are you happy like this?

The reason why he was bored was that she didn't make it clear in time at the venue?

Jing Jiaren suddenly felt deeply guilty.

"Don't drink any more, go back to sleep... Shall I see you tomorrow?"

Jing Jiaren waved her hands, but he didn't let her go. He pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly...

"Jing Jiaren...don't go..."

His thick eyelashes fanned out in the darkness, and his tired and hoarse voice said, "You are mine."

The ticking cold water ironed the body temperature of the two of them, flowing with the temperature.

Ximen Longting leaned on her shoulder and fell forward losing his strength...

How much did he drink?

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In the morning, Jing Jiaren woke up in the arms of a man, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Ximen Longting's haughty chin.

After he passed out last night, he asked Wilson to bring him back to the mansion...

He was already heavy enough, but he still held her tightly, tightly.

Wilson dispatched a stretcher to move the two back together.

Jing Jiaren raised her hand with difficulty, and poked his index finger on his face: "Ximen Longting, you are such a careless fellow!"

Ximen Longting's hair was messily curled, and his sleeping face was peaceful and beautiful.

Jing Jiaren slowly moved away his arm - he finally didn't hold her tightly like last night.

After finally leaving his embrace, her whole body was crushed to the point of being bloody, rubbing her numb body, she saw the faint bruises on her arms.

Jing Jiaren walked into the bathroom and faced the mirror, her ravaged body seemed to have just experienced a domestic violence.

Not to mention Ximen Longting, even Jing Jiaren was startled when she saw it.

It's luck that she didn't die in his hands last night...

The bones hurt so much, she rubbed her shoulder armor, Ximen Longting, being tortured like this last night, at least I don't owe you, right?