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

Jing Jiaren washed up and walked out of the bathroom wearing Ximen Longting's bathrobe. Ximen Longting was still sleeping.

The wide yukata mopped the floor and was tied with a belt, which made the yukata even more spacious, while the entire waist was so slender that it couldn't be grasped.

Every time Jing Jiaren was wearing Ximen Longting's clothes, she would feel the bone gap between her and him very clearly.

Jing Jiaren dialed the internal number and asked the servant to prepare a set of clean clothes for her...

Only then did he fetch water to the bedside, and personally wipe Ximen Longting's face and body with a hot towel.

Jing Jiaren glanced at the scattered photos on the bedside table...

A powder blue Polaroid camera lying on the ground.

The photos are all Ximen Longting's sneak shots of her across the mansion. Sometimes she is drying clothes on the balcony, sometimes watering the flowers in the front yard, and sometimes brushing her teeth in the bathroom...

Each photo was taken with great texture, and Ximen Longting signed his name on each photo.

Jing Jiaren's heart skipped a beat, as if his body and mind were being warmed by him.

It feels so good to be cared for all the time, like being bathed in sunshine.

Jing Jiaren was lying beside Ximen Longting, looking for a spot facing the light, holding the camera with one hand, putting her face close to Ximen Longting, kissing his forehead, trying to let the camera capture——

"Crack".

The photo was immediately spat out, and she turned it over to take a look.

Unexpectedly, the result of the shooting is not bad, and she is still ready to reshoot.

Jing Jiaren twitched her lips, put down the camera, and scratched Ximen Longting's face with the photo: "Ximen Longting?"

"..."

"Lazy pig, wake up."

Ximen Longting's long eyelashes were closed, and his whole body was perfectly still, unbelievably handsome.

The rose vines on his chest made him enchantingly evil...

Probably I really drank too much last night, and I haven't woken up from the bar yet.

Jing Jiaren pressed against his lips and kissed him.

Jing Jiaren went down to the ground, found a pen in the cabinet, turned over the back of the photo and wrote:

【Ximen Longting, the three-day appointment is up. When you wake up, I will be your girlfriend.Good morning! ——Jing Jiaren stay]

Jing Jiaren looked at the photo again...

The colors were bright and the lighting was just right. Ximen Longting was shirtless, with disheveled hair and a comfortable sleeping face.

And Jing Jiaren was wearing his bathrobe, her hair was wet and loose, and the neckline was too big, revealing one fragrant shoulder, very seductive~ tempting!

Jing Jiaren smiled, stood the photo in front of the alarm clock on the bedside table, and fixed it with a small clip.

This is the feeling of falling in love. After thinking about it, the whole person becomes very happy...

"Ximen Longting," she ruffled his hair, "are you happy with this decision?"

No matter how long his freshness towards her lasts, until he doesn't love her.

The servant knocked on the door and brought a change of clothes.

Fresh matcha green, a very beautiful color, for some reason, when Jing Jiaren got the clothes, she suddenly remembered the woman who voted for her at the end.

Ji Zihan feels clean and fresh——

Obviously nothing happened between her and Ximen Longting, but Jing Jiaren was full of concern for her.

Thinking of the food Ximen Longting cooked for her when she was hungover...

Jing Jiaren walked down the long spiral staircase. The maids in the hall were busy, but Wilson was nowhere to be seen. He was beaten badly yesterday, so he probably went to get treatment.

Jing Jiaren followed the maid into the kitchen. She was so sore that she just wanted to lie down and have a massage, but she still insisted on making breakfast.

"Miss Jing, I've charged your phone for you..."