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

"I don't like snacks, stop feeding them in my mouth!"

"Okay, if you don't eat it, I'll throw the rest away..."

"..."

"If you don't eat, I won't eat either."

Ximen Longting glared at her fiercely, no longer dodging.

She leaned forward and bit his lips.

Ximen Longting frowned slightly, as if looking away suddenly, he held the back of her head, pressed his lips tightly against her, and sucked~kissed her vigorously.

The rich aroma of chocolate filled their lips, mixed with the aroma of wine.

Ximen Longting took her shoulders and let her sit on the base of his thigh, stroking her long hair with his slender fingers.

"Silly woman," his long eyelashes trembled, "do you know how useful this bag of chocolate is? It's a waste to eat it for me."

"Stupid man," Jing Jiaren glared at him, "Do you think I will guard your corpse alive?"

"..."

"What do you take me for?"

Ximen Longting's hand on her shoulders tightened, and he frowned and stared at the surroundings, looking around, wondering if there was a way to get out.

It's a pity that during the more than an hour they were trapped here, he had already figured out everything, and there was no second way out.

If he can think of a way, he doesn't have to wait now.

Jing Jiaren fed him chocolates.

He is a sick man, he has lost so much blood, his body is weak, and he needs to eat to replenish his strength.

Ximen Longting stared at her intently and quietly, his eyes were deep but empty...

His hands became colder and colder, and his breath became weaker and weaker.

Every few minutes, Jing Jiaren stuffed a piece of chocolate into his mouth for him to swallow.

Afraid that he would be bored, she read him the newspaper in her mobile phone...

He cached a lot of financial newspapers in his phone.

Ximen Longting remained silent. When he was 2 hours old, his eyelashes drooped. Jing Jiaren was chanting and found that he had closed his eyes.

"Ximen Longting, don't sleep."

She hurriedly shook him awake, pinching his cheek, "Let's wait a little longer, we've survived for two hours."

Ximen Long Ting cheered up, but his eyes could no longer be opened.

His vision was covered with a layer of fog, and Jing Jiaren's face was shaking in front of his eyes, opening and closing, talking about something.

His ears seemed to be deaf, and his sanity became more and more unclear.

"Ximen Longting, wake up!" Jing Jiaren patted his face.

She reminded him again and again, don't sleep, don't close your eyes, wait!

His hand was so cold, like a piece of ice, no matter how much he held it in her hand, there was no warmth in his palm.

Jing Jiaren smiled, and pressed close to the tip of his nose: "Is it because the newspaper I read is boring, can I sing for you?"

Ximen Longting lowered his head and leaned on her shoulder, asking about the faint scent of fragrance on her body...

"Girl, I'm tired."

"Don't sleep, please."

Jing Jiaren's smile could no longer be disguised, and it felt like his hand that had been holding her was slowly losing strength and slipping down, his head was pressing on her shoulder, so heavy.

He was usually reluctant to put his strength on her...

It turned out that when he pressed down, it was so heavy that she couldn't even straighten her waist.

Tears overflowed, and she bit her lip to suppress her sobs.

I was afraid that Ximen Longting was really just asleep, and that she would wake him up if she cried too loudly, and then make him sad.

He would stare at her with scarlet eyes and ask with those sword eyebrows:

[Jing Jiaren, who allowed you to cry! 】

Her hand grasped his big palm, his fingers were stiff and cold.