Jing Jiaren was really unsteady, her body was as soft as a puddle of mud, she fell forward and leaned on Ximen Longting's body.
A faint aroma came...
He had never smelled this smell on any woman in more than three years.
Jing Jiaren tried her best to stand up and pushed him away with her hands: "Go! Get out immediately, I beg you..."
Ximen Longting lowered his eyelashes and watched her struggle coldly.
Bags... mobile phones...
Jing Jiaren looked at the bag that fell on the ground, and she squatted down to pick it up.
Her silky hair slipped from his hand and could not be grasped.
In my heart, a pain suddenly exploded, a pain that I had not seen for a long time...
Ximen Longting frowned in pain.
It is different from the pain of missing [Jing Jiaren]. This kind of pain is the pain of losing [Jing Jiaren] soon.
He never got her, so why lose her...
Jing Jiaren squatted on the ground to pick up the hug. Her body was too weak, so she knelt on the ground to support herself.
Her plump buttocks were covered by the skirt. The skirt was not long enough, and her black lace panties were faintly exposed...
Ximen Longting's throat was hoarse and his eyes were burning as he stared at her.
Jing Jiaren opened the zipper and took out her mobile phone.
As long as she calls Wen Xinnuan or the driver, she can be saved!
Suddenly, a big hand pulled out her arm. She lost her hand and fell to the ground.
"what you up to……"
Ximen Longting's arrogant strength pushed her to stand up.
Jing Jiaren fell back into his arms, and her tall nose bumped against his chest, causing some pain.
Ximen Longting stroked her hair and couldn't help but smell her breath...
His chin suddenly touched her shoulder, sniffing her vigorously.
Hot breath sprayed on the side of her neck, and Jing Jiaren's body trembled and numbed.
She never thought that one day she would be so close to him.
"Who are you?" He grabbed her hair roughly, "Who sent you here?"
"I don't understand...what are you talking about?"
"Who are you doing this for?"
"I'm not doing anything for anyone... I'm just an ordinary woman..." Jing Jiaren was afraid that the effect of the medicine would make her say the wrong thing, "Sir, I'm really under the influence of Chinese medicine, you should be able to tell... Please let me go!
"
Ximen Longting has been on the battlefield for a long time, how could he not tell whether she was drugged or not.
However, he felt that she did it on purpose...
Despite this, he was obsessed with the smell of her body.
He breathed again: "What did you wipe?"
Jing Jiaren's feet were unsteady and she was completely supported by his strength: "I don't know, I don't know anything! Let's go!"
Knowing that he doesn't like the "women sent to you", you play the trick of "rejecting but welcoming" with him?
"Who taught you to play that piece?"
"I... I composed the music myself..."
"lie!"
In the music, he heard the style of "Jing Jiaren".
The beauty in the foreground also composed music, and occasionally played it to him twice.
Everyone's music has a special charm that no one can replace, just like a person's soul...
"Where did you learn it secretly?" He held her hair and asked her to look at him.
Jing Jiaren looked at that handsome face with blurred eyes.
"If you think you learned it secretly...then let's forget it..."
She was powerless to argue, and there was no point.
"Let me go! Please get out!"
Ximen Longting stared at her coldly. He couldn't indulge in it. No matter how similar she smelled, she was not [Jing Jiaren]!