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

Jing Jiaren: "..."

"Why, are you satisfied with my performance?" Ximen Longting asked in a hoarse voice.

"It has yet to be verified."

Ximen Longting picked up two glasses of red wine and handed her one.

"Since we are newlyweds, let's have a cup of wine!"

"But until now, I haven't seen our marriage certificate!" I only saw it on the wedding day.

Ximen Longting tightened his fingers: "It's all on file, you can make it up anytime you want!"

Damn, it was torn apart by Wang Yingying's people immediately.

How could a marriage certificate be allowed to exist?

Fortunately, Jing Jiaren's medicine box, which Ximen Longting said was the medicine for his stomach trouble, was able to keep.

"Jing Jiaren, have a cup with me!"

Ximen Longting circled her hand, put the cup on it, and a trace of calculation suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"Drink it all..."

……

After a night of prostitution~excessive~release~waves, when Jing Jiaren woke up, her whole body was in pain as if she was about to fall apart.The bruises on her body, the stickiness between her legs, and the man who hugged her tightly and was still breathing hotly in a coma...

Jing Jiaren opened her eyes in a daze, but her mind was blank!

I don't have much impression of what happened last night!

Damn, it seems that after drinking that glass of wine, her consciousness began to blur.

Ximen Longting insisted on dancing with him before tenderness.

[How can there be no dance on the wedding night! 】

He held her in his arm, and the two of them were barefoot, swaying gracefully among the petal-covered candle paths...then she fell asleep in his arms.

No, it's just a glass of red, how could it make her unconscious.

"Ximen Longting, wake up!"

Jing Jiaren pushed the sleeping man, he must have been exhausted last night, he rarely slept soundly.

Jing Jiaren finally got out of his arms, and when she got out of bed, she experienced the severe trauma of being run over by a car.

it hurts.

Almost immediately he was about to kneel on the ground.

After the candle cup burned overnight, it automatically extinguished, and the petals scattered all over the room.

Jing Jiaren pressed her head, carefully trying to recall what happened last night.

Ximen Longting would be so rough on her... usually when he was drunk, and when he was unconscious.

Usually he would never hurt her.

"If you can't walk, don't show off."

A deep voice came from behind.

Ximen Longting, who had just woken up, was a bit sleepy, and his messy hair and sleepy laziness added a touch of sexiness.

The man got off the ground, carried her back to the bed and put her away, staring at the marks on her body distressedly.

"How about it, are you satisfied?" Ximen Longting held her hand, and kissed her hard on his lips, the red in his eyes was wild and tender.

"Why can't I remember what happened last night?"

"Is it too passionate?"

"Ximen Longting...I'm not an ordinary woman, so I can fool you casually. Did you put medicine in the red wine we drank?"

Ximen Longting frowned: "What the hell! Do I still need to drug you when I touch you?"

"Then why..."

"Jing Jiaren, whether I touch you or not, you are mine. Why did you drug you? You answer me first?" Ximen Longting took the lead, covering her with his body and clinging to her. The smell is more intense, lingering in front of the nose.

If Jing Jiaren could figure it out, why would he ask him what?

"Even if you don't remember, doesn't your body have cognition?" He stroked a cloudy hand, "What is this?"