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

Crackling burning fire, cracking sound.

Jing Jiaren threw away the torch and walked up to Ximen Longting: "Anyway, it's already lit, we can't escape."

"You crazy woman!" Ximen Longting's eyes were bloodshot, and he shook her shoulder vigorously, "Are you really dying? Cough cough cough..."

"No." She said simply, "With you, I don't want anything."

Ximen Longting stared at her deeply, his eyes seemed to be able to swallow her soul.

Jing Jiaren stroked his face: "Don't frown."

"..."

"Ximen Longting, I want to be your bride. I want to marry you."

She took out the mobile phone and shook it, "There is a wedding march song in it, shall we listen to it together?"

Ximen Longting took a deep breath, the flames jumped, and a dark dividing line was drawn on his side face.

"Miss Jing, do you want this man to be your husband and make a marriage contract with him? Love him, take care of him, respect him, accept him, and be loyal to him forever, no matter in sickness or in health, in life or in death? "

Jing Jiaren stared at Ximen Longting with clear eyes, and said these words.

After a pause, he agreed again: "I am willing."

"Mr. Simon, would you like this woman to be your wife and enter into a marriage contract with her? Love her, take care of her, respect her, accept her, and be faithful to him until the end of your life, whether in sickness or in health, in life or in death? "

The frantically jumping flames were so hot that they seemed to be swallowed up at any moment, turning them into ashes.

"Ximen Longting, talk?"

She tugged at the corner of his clothes and tugged.

Ximen Longting's eyes were always so deep, and his face was as pale as a descendant of a blood-sucking noble.

But his eyes are particularly bright, looking very energetic, like the appearance of returning to the light.

"I'll ask again, Mr. Simon, do you want this woman to be your wife and enter into a marriage contract with her? No matter..."

"willing."

Ximen Longting interrupted in a deep voice.

Jing Jiaren choked her throat and stared at her.

"I am willing," Ximen Longting reiterated, "I am willing! Jing Jiaren, I will always be willing!"

Jing Jiaren smiled, a very happy smile, her long eyelashes stained with tears.She raised her hand and took off the ruby ​​ring on it: "This is the ring you gave me, and I have been wearing it all the time."

"..."

"Now, will you put it on again for me?"

A smile finally appeared in Ximen Longting's eyes, as if relieved.

He held her hand and was about to kneel down on one knee, but Jing Jiaren knelt down before him: "You stand, I kneel. We must be different from others."

Ximen Longting squeezed her hand tightly.

Jing Jiaren raised her head slightly and said, "Put it on for me."

Ximen Longting squeezed her hand tightly, and was about to slip the ring into her finger.

"sorry."

"..."

"None of this would have happened if it wasn't for me."

The fire intensified and burned furiously.Ximen Longting coughed heavily, his fingers didn't have much strength, and all his strength was exhausted just standing.With this cough, the ring suddenly left his hand and rolled away...

This seemed to be some kind of ominous omen.

Jing Jiaren's eyes froze, and she subconsciously ran after the ring: "Don't run!"

The ring rolled all the way towards the wooden bed, and the whole bed became a sea of ​​fire.