The other personal female prisoners all looked at Jing Jiaren in shock and envy.
How they wished that the woman leaning in Ximen Longting's arms was her... No, no, even if it just turned into Jing Jiaren's hair and was touched by Ximen Longting's gentle fingertips...
Ximen BOSS looked at the needle holes on Jing Jiaren's arm, frowned, took Jing Jiaren's hand and licked it in a circle.
Several female prisoners shivered, and the memory turned into Jing Jiaren's arm.
Wilson waved his hand and asked several bodyguards to stand closer, blocking the eyes of the female prisoners like a city wall.
Although I can't see it...
But the atmosphere in the infirmary obviously became more charming.
Ximen Longting took advantage of Jing Jiaren's sleep and kept kissing her lips, her face, neck, and delicate skin.
In the eyes of his Ximen BOSS, there has always been no other person, only the background.
Jing Jiaren's long eyelashes are like wings, and her eyes that are swollen from crying are the places that Ximen Longting has kissed the most.
Her slightly closed lips were pried open, and a hot tongue penetrated.
The sound of the tossing and turning during the kiss sounded particularly clear and lustful in the quiet room.
Jing Jiaren would be speechless if she knew...
How could anyone kiss a comatose woman so passionately and wantonly.
Ximen Longting's kiss actually contains no emotion or desire, it is a kind of catharsis of longing.
Although she is right in front of him every day, so close, but now she is locked in his arms...
As far as he is concerned, she is still out of reach.
He misses Jing Jiaren who has his memory. He misses her till death.
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"Ahem," Wilson had to interrupt Ximen Longting's forgetfulness and reminded him, "Master, someone has brought him here."
Only then did Ximen Longting lick his lips, still not satisfied, and let go of Jing Jiaren's lips that were slightly swollen from being kissed.
With a hint of boredom in his eyes, his gaze fell on the warden's face.
He had probably been tortured. The warden's clothes were in tatters, his face was bruised and his eyes were distracted.
A jailer kicked her on the knee, and she immediately knelt down.
"Spare your life, spare your life...I didn't know this lady was yours..."
Ximen Longting touched Jing Jiaren's forehead with his fingers, his eyes sharp: "You hurt her forehead."
"I just pushed her."
"Push?" His woman can push at will?
"I will let myself be punished... Please let my family go..."
Ximen Longting sneered coldly, are you afraid of death?
"Kowtow 100 times."
"I knock..."
The warden immediately kowtowed and shouted: "I was wrong, forgive me."
"At her!"
The warden slightly adjusted his direction towards Jing Jiaren: "I was wrong, forgive me."
"The sound is too quiet."
"Bang!" It hit the ground with a heavy sound.
Ximen Longting looked cruel and ruthless. If he dared to let his wife shed a drop of blood, he would make her bleed all over her body! For Jing Jiaren's sake, he just let her kowtow a few times, which was an advantage for her!
With a heavy bang, the heads hit the ground one after another, making a "dong-dong-dong" sound.
The warden only kowtowed a dozen times, and the skin on his forehead began to break and blood oozed...
The floor of the infirmary in this prison is made of concrete, which is very rough. Just grinding it can cause severe pain.
The burly female prisoners and other female prisoners were all sighing. They wanted to run away, but they didn't dare to move at all, for fear of arousing Ximen Longting's ideas and making him unhappy, which would bring disaster to Chiyu.