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

He insatiably demanded from her until the two of them were dripping with sweat again.

The whole bed sheet was crumpled by them and smelled of hormones...

Ximen Longting rubbed the bridge of her nose and said, "How many times have you slept in bed?"

"I've said it all, last night was the first time I was interrupted by you, I've never been together before!"

"What about simply sleeping?" He said, "I have slept on this bed several times, and I will ask for it back."

Jing Jiaren laughed, this man said just now that he had changed it, and then he became cautious again, but he himself didn't know it.

"No, he hasn't slept in this bed once."

"Really?"

"..."

"I believe you." He rubbed the bridge of her nose, trying to convince himself to believe her.

He picked her up and carried her into the bathroom to help her wash.

The two of them were sticking together to take a bath, and he couldn't help but ask, "Has he used this bathtub?"

"No! He has been in China since I was detained here, and he just came back yesterday."

Ximen Longting felt relieved, put her in, and asked, "Why?"

It is not the style of a hungry wolf not to eat a delicious "big meal" here.

Jing Jiaren lay on the bathtub: "Because, about a week ago, I kicked his swollen. The doctor said that he can't have sex for a week."

Ximen Longting paused for waterproofing.

"You don't believe it? That's fine."

"I believe."

"It's so reluctant—" Every time he said a letter, he looked at her questioningly.But it doesn't matter, changing him won't happen overnight, it will take time.

Ximen Longting picked up the shaggy head and showered her head, Jing Jiaren called out in a low voice: "Don't wash there, don't touch the water."

Ximen Longting pushed back her thick hair and saw the wound.

His eyes immediately became chilling: "How did you do it?"

"The wine bottle fell down..."

"Did he hit it?" Damn it, it should have been shot twice more.

"No..." Jing Jiaren combed her hair and whispered, "Myself."

Ximen Longting raised her chin: "What did you say?"

"He wanted to use a strong one. I had no choice but to knock myself out." Jing Jiaren said in a low voice, "I know you don't believe me. I was so active last night, but it's the truth."

"Why are you so active after such a fierce resistance?"

This logic is beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.

"As I said, before he imprisoned me, I must have struggled to escape and disobeyed; later, he promised to give me everything I wanted, and I compromised."

"Tell me what you want."

"I don't expect anything else from you, as long as you give me freedom." Jing Jiaren looked up at him.

"..."

"I know you're thinking about it, I won't force you, just think about it slowly." Jing Jiaren picked up the towel, "Do you want me to rub your back for you?"

Ximen Longting pressed down on her body, took a shower cap to help her cover her hair, so as not to touch the wound with water.

No matter what she said was true or not, he felt sorry for her injury...

Kissed her head through the shower cap: "No matter what happens in the future, don't hurt yourself."

"You mean, you'd rather accept me being let down by him..."

"Of course not!"

"Okay, it doesn't work, I understand." She smiled helplessly, "I have explained everything clearly, are you not angry?"

Ximen Longting's red eyes flashed darkly, does she have the right to be angry with him?