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

However, the two suddenly seemed to have a lot to say.

Jing Jiaren hadn't noticed before that Ximen Longting talked a lot, which was no worse than Leng Aofeng...

They chatted while eating, Jing Jiaren chatted while soaking in the medicinal bath, and chatted while helping her to dry her hair.

To be honest, the life he talked about was boring, and he talked about his profession and work, but Jing Jiaren couldn't understand it at all.His and her worlds are very different!

Strangely, Jing Jiaren didn't find him annoying at all.

She doesn't understand, and she likes to listen to him...

The deep voice is like the most beautiful cello music in the world.

Jing Jiaren kowtowed slowly, Ximen Longting asked, "Sleepy?"

"Eh? What did you just say?" Jing Jiaren immediately cheered up.

"What I said is so boring? Make you want to sleep?" Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows.

"No, it's really late..."

Looking at the time, it was past three o'clock in the evening.

Jing Jiaren looked at him seriously: "After talking so much, are you thirsty?"

Ximen Longting stared at her closely: "You think I'm long-winded?"

"No."

"..."

"Really not, I'm afraid you're tired and thirsty." Jing Jiaren smiled flatteringly, "And there's nothing wrong with talking too much. A philosopher once said that 90.00% of what a person says every day is more than nine." It's all nonsense - talk to release emotions, don't stash bad emotions in your heart."

Ximen Longting asked in a cold voice, "What am I talking about is all nonsense?"

He is not a talkative person.

However, today he said the most words in his life, even his voice was slightly hoarse.

Because if you don't say it, you won't have a chance to say it again...

He wished he could finish all the things he could say to her in this life at once, wished he had ten mouths, could express himself more clearly, present his whole self in front of her, and let her understand him completely.

It's a pity that he tried so hard to let her understand him, but she thought it was all nonsense.

"...I've said it all, I don't mean it. You speak so nicely, how could I think you talk too much." Jing Jiaren coaxed him, "Speak more, I love to hear it."

Ximen Longting stared at her suspiciously with dark red eyes.

Jing Jiaren smiled slightly: "I'm not a person who likes to force myself. If I hated your talking, I would have told you to shut up a long time ago."

That was her style.

Ximen Longting raised his lips slightly, and his face, which had been clouded just now, suddenly cleared up.

Turning over and pressing her against him, he pecked her lips.

"My voice is nice?"

"You just know? Has no one praised you before?" Jing Jiaren felt warm in her heart.I didn't expect it to be so simple to make him happy, just a simple compliment.

"Praised. But not you." Only her compliments are useful to him.

"That's right, you are such a perfect person, you are used to compliments."

"I'm perfect?" Ximen Longting's eyes began to light up, "Tell me, how can I be perfect."

"Handsome, rich, and status..." Jing Jiaren pulled a strand of his bangs, "everywhere is exquisite, even the bangs and eyelashes are handsome. Whatever you want, you can get it What, isn't it perfect, God's favorite?!"

It was the first time she heard him speak so highly of her.

Ximen Longting's breathing became extremely low: "Since I'm so good, why don't you?"

Jing Jiaren's heart stopped beating.