Many people in the tavern were looking at Jing Jiaren, with surprised and unpredictable expressions in their eyes.
The door of a private room was opened, and Jing Jiaren was held in by a strong hand.
Her body was pressed somewhat roughly onto the sofa, and a slight pain arose...
The man's fierce figure was about to press over him, Jing Jiaren immediately raised his chest: "Ximen Longting, what are you doing?"
"You came to me, didn't you just want me to favor you?"
"……no."
"Stop pretending to be innocent," he spread her legs with his hands and squeezed his tall figure between her legs, "Why, Leng Aofeng and Jian Chenche can't satisfy you?"
"Jian Chenche is my brother - I have explained it many times."
"Ha," Ximen Longting smiled in an extremely mocking manner, "You regard Leng Aofeng as a relative, and now you have a brother."
"..."
"Woman, you have so many lovers."
"No, Jian Chenche is really my brother. He is related to me by blood. Didn't you read the paternity test?"
"So what?" Ximen Longting's eyes were gleaming, "It's better to kiss each other, it will be easier for you two to hang out together."
Jing Jiaren was confused...
Is this what Ximen Longting said? Why does it feel so wrong and lacks logic?
Could it be that all these scenes were imagined by her?
If so, where is she in reality now? Who is the person in front of her?
Who did she think was Ximen Longting——
In fact, Jing Jiaren's imagination can be divided into two types. One is to imagine Ximen Longting in the air; the other is to imagine unrelated people as Ximen Longting (such as the time she imagined Jian Chenche).
If it's the former, Jing Jiaren may still be safe; if it's the latter...
When she thought of this, chills ran down her spine, and she was extremely frightened.
But Ximen Longting's face was so real, so real that even if it was just a fantasy, she wanted to just sink in.
Jing Jiaren held his hand: "Ximen Longting, is that you?"
Ximen Longting stroked her cheek and her beautiful white neck: "Even though you are a pregnant woman, you are still so beautiful."
"..."
"I can't wait to taste you too."
Her collar was torn open, and his hands tore her clothes roughly.
Jing Jiaren subconsciously resisted...
How could Ximen Longting force her under such circumstances? Even if he didn't love her anymore, he wouldn't hurt her so cruelly?
The man's strength was majestic and strong, and she couldn't struggle away at all.
He tried his best to shrink back behind the sofa, and his whole body was folded up.
He pressed her with a heavy force. He didn't care that she was pregnant, and put all his strong weight on her.
Jing Jiaren felt that she couldn't breathe after being kicked, so there was a bottle of red wine next to her...
As long as she throws this red wine over, maybe she will wake up.
But, what if it was really Ximen Longting? Didn’t she hurt him again?!
"Ximen Longting, stop!"
Jing Jiaren was so afraid that the baby would be crushed. He was so reckless. What if something happened in the heat?
If he is really Ximen Longting, how could he become so terrifying...
Jing Jiaren slapped her across the face: "I told you to stop!"
That slap hit him on the face, and her hands felt hot.
The figure lying on top of her froze, and Ximen Longting's handsome face showed evil anger.