"At this time, are you still trying to escape?" He seemed to see through her thoughts at a glance.
Jing Jiaren bit her lip tightly, feeling an inexplicable sadness well up in her heart.
It was as if the time she spent with Shang Yanxuan had been broken into pieces and gone from her memory...
But Ximen Longting's face gradually covered those fragments.
She tried to piece it together, but what she pieced together was the face of Ximen Longting!
Biting her lip tightly, she refused to make a sound to stop her depravity!
Her stubbornness suddenly pissed him off!
"Look at me."
He held her chin: "Who am I?"
He doesn't allow her to do the most intimate things with him in bed, her eyes are still blurred and her thoughts are wandering!
He wanted his shadow to be clearly reflected in her black and white eyes.
He forced himself to enter her world in the most domineering way!
He wants every part of her body to be imprinted with his marks, covered with him!
Jing Jiaren looked at him, but her eyes were empty, as if looking through him to somewhere else...
He wanted to carve him into her soul, but she didn't want to!
His eyes turned dark red, he blocked her lips fiercely, and cruelly plundered everything from her!
"Look at me, I want you to see clearly who I am -"
He said harshly: "Jing Jiaren, you are mine."
Whether it is body or soul, it can only belong to him...
Jing Jiaren's consciousness began to blur, and a large blank space occupied her mind, as if her soul had been imprisoned by him.
"Call me." "Who am I?" "Call my name." "Beauty, look at me." "Call me..." The deep voice seemed to come from heaven, and the sounds were overlapping.
Jing Jiaren seemed to be distracted from her thoughts: "...Ximen Longting."
"Whose are you?" "Speak." "Tell me whose woman you are?" "Whose are you..."
The overlapping sounds continued to haunt her.
Jing Jiaren was dripping with sweat, her eyes were dazed, and she was also covered in sweat when she looked at the man.
His handsome face also became overlapping, as if in an illusion.
"It's yours."
"Who is mine?"
"I am..." Jing Jiaren knitted her eyelashes, her eyes gleaming, "I am Ximen Longting's..."
"Say who you are."
"Jing Jiaren."
"Tell me, who is Jing Jiaren?" He never thought that one day he would be so bored.
"Jing Jiaren is Ximen Longting's woman..." Jing Jiaren is like a puppet being carried away with her thoughts.
Ximen Longting curled his lips and smiled, for the victory of this "battle".
After it was over, Jing Jiaren's distracted eyes slowly condensed, and her thoughts returned, thinking of her enthusiasm and catering...
This is the first time the two of them are so compatible.
"Are you comfortable?" Ximen Longting wiped the sweat from her forehead.
The sweat mixed together and the sheets were soaked in large areas.
Jing Jiaren's expression turned into shame and anger. What had she just done? She obviously wanted to stick to her own, but she was still led away by him!
Thinking of what she said when she was unconscious just now...
[Jing Jiaren is Ximen Longting’s woman...]
I was so embarrassed and angry that I wanted to punch myself unconscious!
She tried hard to push his chest open with both hands, but even her arms were still soft and she couldn't use any strength.
Ximen Longting took her hand and licked the sweat from her palm: "It's salty."