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

After eating the cake, the two snuggled up on the sofa and watched a movie, full of warmth.

After the movie, Jing Jiaren played piano music for Ximen Longting...

He also said that he would take a portrait of him.

Ximen Longting pinched her chin: "You always want to doze off while watching movies. Jing Jiaren, your eyes have been crying for so long, aren't you tired?"

"Not tired."

"As I said, sleep when you're sleepy."

Jing Jiaren shook her head and said stubbornly, "You don't want a portrait, so let's dance."

She said and glanced at the wall clock, it was 10 o'clock.

time flies so fast...

It's like Cinderella has been enchanted, and Jing Jiaren's time to stay is running out.

"Didn't you say last time that you want me to dance on your feet? I will fulfill your wish. How is it?"

Ximen Longting looked at her deeply: "It seems that you haven't forgotten what I said. Jing Jiaren, do you remember so clearly?"

"Jump or not?"

……

The melodious melody was flowing, and Ximen Longting held Jing Jiaren's hand. He was wearing leather shoes, and she stepped on his toes with her bare feet. The strength of her whole body rested on his chest.

Jing Jiaren leaned on his shoulder with a gentle side face: "Ximen Longting, am I heavy?"

"It's heavy."

"Does your foot hurt?"

"What do you think?" Carrying her strength, he slowly waltzed.

Jing Jiaren smiled softly, "If you're tired, you can stop at any time..."

Ximen Longting's eyes were deep, he leaned his head and stared at her deeply, "You are very good today."

"Then do you like it?"

"Couldn't like it more!"

He stopped dancing, and opened her hairpin with one hand, letting her hair fall down naturally.

When dancing, her hair is clear, and there is a burst of fragrance.

Ximen Longting led her in a slow dance, his lips moved down slowly, and kissed her forehead and cheek: "Jing Jiaren, take off your coat."

"No."

"Have you ever seen a waltz in a coat?"

Jing Jiaren pursed her lips and leaned even tighter on his shoulder, feeling warm and painful in her heart.

She couldn't bear to leave him, and wantonly sucked the warmth from his body...

"When you were my dance teacher for the first time... I was amazed that you could dance so well."

"Want me to teach you?" Ximen Longting said charmingly, "I can be your teacher for the rest of your life...dancing, fashion design, music, bed~ kung fu..."

Jing Jiaren was so tired that she could hardly even take a step, let alone dance.

But standing on his tiptoes, she didn't have to think about anything. He was tall and broad with broad shoulders, and his strength seemed to be able to carry everything.

After the song was over, Jing Jiaren stepped on his instep and stood on tiptoe, wrapped his arms around his neck, and kissed his lips.

Ximen Longting clasped her neck, his eyes darkened, and he indulged in her gentle kiss uncontrollably.

After being kissed by her for a while, he couldn't bear it anymore. He grabbed her counter-attackingly, and painted her lips hot and domineeringly...

Jing Jiaren pulled her lips away in time, looked at his bright red lips, and smiled: "Okay, if we go on, we will turn beauty into lust~love!"

"Kiss." He greedily stared at her lips.

"The most beautiful thing is when it stops abruptly...don't wait until you get tired of kissing me?" Jing Jiaren said thoughtfully, "You will enjoy the taste of kissing me in the future."

Ximen Longting stared at her fiercely: "Aftertaste? I want to practice every day!"

Jing Jiaren glanced at the clock again.