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

The moment she shot him, she realized that no matter how much he did to her to hurt her, no matter how indifferent she pretended, she was deceiving herself.She couldn't lie to her heart at all.

But at this moment, her heart ached like it was bleeding...

"I'm not in pain." The extremely cold and heartless words came out of his mouth.

Ximen Longting's fist was also stained with eye-catching blood.

"The more injured you are, the happier I am." Jing Jiaren held his hand tightly, "As long as you can't die, you can torture yourself however you want. But I'm afraid your wound is infected, what if you die? Then the game wouldn't be fun."

Ximen Longting also laughed strangely.

Although he is a prisoner, his aura is fierce and resolute...

"What are you guys still doing in a daze, don't hurry up and call him a doctor."

Several servants understood slowly.

"Pour a glass of water... go down and make a bowl of porridge."

Just after giving all these instructions, Jing Jiaren felt her waist tighten, and he hooked her over while she was not paying attention.

By the time she realized it, the man's breath had already rushed into her nostrils...

Ximen Longting bit her lip fiercely, pried open her teeth presumptuously, and kissed her in.

Obsessed with her breath...

Jing Jiaren's mind went blank for a moment.

The heart also seemed to be invaded by the enemy in an instant...

But soon, she pushed him away!Although his limbs were weak, his strength was not much worse than hers.

Only at this time can her strength be on par with his, and she can subdue him.

"What are you doing?" Jing Jiaren glared at him angrily.

Ximen Longting smiled coldly, "Being tortured by you is also my happiness."

"..."

"Beauty, what I'm most afraid of is that you will run away from me... If you are by my side, you can torture me for the rest of my life." His deep voice rustled.

Hearing Jing Jiaren felt the urge to cry.

There were some changes in her eye sockets, but she quickly told herself that he was the best at sweet talk.

It's all fake, everything he's done for her, he's done for other women.

"Don't talk big, I will torture you to death."

Ximen Longting smiled: "Your torture is welcome."

He grabbed the back of her head with his hands, and he was about to lean over to kiss her again.

Jing Jiaren saw through the motive this time, and stepped away suddenly: "You are enough!"

"..."

"Now you're my slave, don't think you're still in your place—do whatever you want to me!"

"Then how are you going to slave me?" He stared at her, "I'm lying here, and you can take whatever you want."

Jing Jiaren said angrily, "Give up on it, I can't possibly sleep with you."

"Really? Isn't that a pity...my bed technique is so good."

"It's a pity that it can't compare to Leng Lintian..."

Ximen Longting's eyes were pierced, and the expression on his face became indifferent.

He can tolerate all her tortures, but he can't tolerate others between them.

I can't tolerate her body and heart being possessed by others...

"I'm already married to him." Jing Jiaren seemed to intentionally open his wound, "I'm Mrs. Leng now."

"..."

"Didn't you want to find a husband for me back then? Sorry, I found one myself."

"Mrs. Leng." He said these three words mockingly.

To Jing Jiaren's ears, it was so uncomfortable...

"Our child turned into a puddle of blood again?" He asked, staring at her flat belly.