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

Jing Jiaren was really surprised to see Leng Lintian in the last level of the game...

She didn't expect Leng Lintian to be hurt so badly.

It was impossible to say that she didn't feel guilty, but at that time Ximen Longting's name was important, and she didn't have the heart to think about anything else.

"Ximen Domineering, you can rest assured, I am yours... your only wife."

Ximen Longting held her tightly, but his whole body was still tense.

"Relax, you are still taking the potion." Jing Jiaren touched his face reassuringly, "I swear, we will either live together or die together, and we will never be separated again."

Ximen Longting's voice was hoarse: "Don't steal my lines!"

Jing Jiaren smiled.

She rested her head on his arms, smelling the pure manly breath on his body.

"Ximen Longting... His only request is to let us lead out of the East Palace. There are really no other conditions. Do you believe me?"

Ximen Longting's palm slid down her neck, touched her chest, and probed.

"Force I believe you once."

Jing Jiaren threw away the towel, asked the servant to bring food to feed him, and helped him to sleep.

She was also very tired, so she leaned over and fell asleep on his chest.

Listening to the sound of his heart beating powerfully, she smiled unconsciously, as if hearing a miracle.

Ximen Longting's hand gently stroked her hair, breathing in her delicate fragrance.

"Jing Jiao~wife, are you inexplicably happy?"

Jing Jiaren raised her chin slightly: "Why, you know I'm happy even if you can't see it?"

"Feel."

"Of course I'm glad you're alive."

Ximen Longting said coldly: "There is no more miserable situation than now, and you are happy to be in the old man's shoes?"

"Simen Longting, if you think about it, since the situation is the worst now, it can't be worse than now... So in the future, we will get better and better."

"..."

"So, why should I be unhappy?" Jing Jiaren pressed his hand on his chest, "We will get better and better."

"Stupid woman!"

"Is it comfortable for me?" Jing Jiaren gave him a massage habitually.

Because Ximen Longting was unconscious and in a wheelchair, in order to promote blood circulation, she massaged him every day, whenever she got close to him, it seemed to become a habit.

On the contrary, as soon as her hands were placed on his body, she began to rub them up and down.

Ximen Longting's body suddenly became agitated, his jaw tensed.

Jing Jiaren's breathing was so close to him, her hand was cruising around the uninjured place, pressing back and forth: "Is it sore here?"

"..."

"Still here? Will my arms be more sore?"

"..."

"Ximen Longting, where's your waist? Does it hurt? How about my strength?"

Ximen Longting's breath slowly became cloudy, revealing a trace of uncontrollable patience: "Don't move around."

Jing Jiaren just continued to press it mischievously, pressing his thigh back and forth.

"Don't be embarrassed, we are old couples anyway."

"You did it on purpose!?" He was so thick-skinned that he would be embarrassed, it was clearly...

"Huh?" Jing Jiaren pressed gently, and suddenly her body was turned over, her heavy body pressed over, and kissed her hard.

Jing Jiaren's heartstrings twitched heavily, this man...is not honest when he is so hurt.

I wanted to push him away, but I was so reluctant...

Jing Jiaren gently held his face, and responded to his fierce suck~kiss.