She found that as long as she was quiet and still, Ximen Longting's body would relax, his muscles would not be so tense, and the force holding her would also relax...
And if she moved even a little bit, he would hold her tight.
"I'll send someone to get the tranquilizer pistol right now," Wilson said still worried, "Will Miss Jing be patient any longer?"
Jing Jiaren's face turned pale. To be honest, Ximen Longting was so capable...
In another ten minutes, she might really die from lack of oxygen.
Even if she doesn't die, her bones will be broken.
She frowned slightly and suddenly tried to stand on tiptoe. As soon as she moved, Ximen Longting grabbed her tightly and pressed her against the door panel.
However, when Jing Jiaren's soft lips touched his lips——
Ximen Longting's entire figure suddenly froze.
Jing Jiaren lightly explored his thin lips with her tongue, tasting the strong taste of wine.
Ximen Longting's hand relaxed obviously, and Jing Jiaren pried open his lips, probed in, and kissed him so boldly and proactively for the first time.
Ximen Longting let go of his arms, turned to hold the back of her head with one hand, and held her waist with the other.
Wilson was speechless...
Jing Jiaren's kiss is simply more effective than a tranquilizer pistol!
Ximen Longting took the initiative and kissed Jing Jiaren's lips fiercely. After kissing for a while, he moved around blindly and without any structure, kissing her neck, ears, shoulders...
Her hair was messed up by him, and his long fingers were inserted into her hair.
No matter whether a man is drunk or not, once his sleeping desire is awakened, then...
His big hands grabbed her skirt and tore it open with a little force.
Jing Jiaren really admired him for being so drunk and irrational that he could still find her legs.
Wilson coughed and turned around quickly, and the two bodyguards also turned around consciously.
Normally, of course he would consciously leave the room and avoid it, but now Ximen Longting pressed Jing Jiaren and blocked the door.
Jing Jiaren's cheeks are slightly red, right? Does Ximen Longting want to mess with her at the door?
She was blushing, and there were bystanders present.
"Ximen Longting, wake up?"
He lifted her hips, letting her feet lift off the ground and hang them on his narrow waist.
Jing Jiaren consciously grabbed his shoulders with both hands and widened her eyes: "Ximen Longting, no! Did you hear me? I said no!"
Ximen Longting's eyes were red swirls.
"Miss Jing, if you are in danger, shout my name..."
Wilson's eyes fell on his own bathroom, and he pushed the two bodyguards, thankful to have such a refuge.
Jing Jiaren began to regret not agreeing to Wilson's decision to knock Ximen Longting unconscious...
Her messy hair was pushed away, and Ximen Longting kissed her wildly everywhere.
His body was burning hot, and he pulled down his pants chain with a fierce aura, and rubbed against her without any foreplay.
…
Jing Jiaren's soft body leaned in his arms, her chin resting on his shoulder.
Such arrogant Ximen Longting seemed to tear her apart.
She was afraid that she would die at any time and be treated with such crazy torture.
However, the initial pain was quickly taken away by the numb trembling. She had never experienced pain and pleasure at the same time.
"Ximen Longting, are you venting..."
She made intermittent sounds.
He must have suppressed a lot of grievances before he exploded tonight.
Through the odor of alcohol, Jing Jiaren smelled something that belonged only to him. No matter how roughly she was treated by him, she should bear it.