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

"..."

"Very good, the performance is over now!" Ximen Longting glared at her, "Should you tell me what happened?"

"No." Jing Jiaren categorically denied, "I'll serve it to you again."

There was a court pot on the small table, she opened the lid, and the fragrant abalone porridge filled the air.

Jing Jiaren scooped up another bowl: "I'll feed you again."

"No need," Ximen Longting reached out and grabbed the porridge bowl, "It's not that I have no arms or legs."

"..."

"If you don't tell me what's on your mind, I don't have an appetite!" Ximen Longting's bridge of nose happened to come closer, unexpectedly she was very close.

Then, Jing Jiaren's movements were greatly avoided.

Ximen Longting's red eyes were dim.

Sure enough, this woman has something to hide from her!

Ximen Longting grabbed her hand, preventing her from running away——

"It hurts!" Jing Jiaren frowned, "Ximen Longting, let go!"

Her hand, looking for him last night, hit the door repeatedly, and it was swollen.

Ximen Longting's eyes fell on her palm, his face was like the surface of the stormy sea: "What's going on?"

"..."

"Jing Jiaren, let me ask why your hand is so red and swollen!"

There were also two band-aids - accidentally cut while knocking on the door.

Jing Jiaren frowned, holding hands stubbornly.

"I said that I won't keep secrets from me, so what you said is all bullshit!" Ximen Longting stared at her red eyes, and began to examine her again.

All nightmares are lies!

Jing Jiaren blinked and showed a smile: "It's nothing, I just accidentally burned it when I cooked the porridge for you."

"You laugh so fake!"

"..."

"Lies are false!" Ximen Longting roared in a low voice, "I don't know what kind of burns are like?"

"Don't worry about it so much!" Jing Jiaren suddenly threw away her hand, feeling so annoyed that she still wanted to accept his questioning.

Don't tell him, keep it from him, isn't it for his own good?

Ximen Longting grabbed her wrist: "I don't care who cares about you!?"

In a word, Jing Jiaren's eyes started to turn red again.His chest was pulled back and forth like a hacksaw.

Ximen Longting, must have tried this kind of pain many times, right?

Even more pain, more pain!

"Ximen Longting, let go..." Jing Jiaren felt a severe headache. From last night to now, it has been a buzzing pain.

Probably cried for too long, and has not slept.

While struggling, the sleeves of her bathrobe were pulled out by Ximen Longting, and the neckline suddenly opened.

On the fair collarbone and on the chest, dense red marks were revealed.

Ximen Longting's crimson eyes fixed on the wound on her chest, and he just held her with his hands, his eyes flashed the horror like a storm.

"..."

"What's going on here?"

Jing Jiaren quickly tore off her clothes and tightly closed her collar, her face pale.

……

Ximen Longting was very angry, stripped her naked, and checked her body thoroughly.

Rough treatment is like the afterglow of a storm...

Jing Jiaren buried her head on the pillow, ashamed to see him.

She didn't have the strength to push him away, so she could only let him manipulate her body and examine her body carefully.

Every time Ximen Longting inspected one more scar, his eyes became darker.

"These, I did?" His hand stroking her skin trembled slightly.

But the voice growled in a low voice: "Why are you hiding it? Talk!"

These are his methods, the way he likes to caress her.