She suddenly asked him to teach her how to shoot, and of course he would think twice about it.
Jing Jiaren fired two more shots in succession.
Ximen Longting covered his chest, with a look of pain on his face, and was about to fall to the ground.
Jing Jiaren was stunned, even though it was a fake bullet, it would still be painful if hit at such a close range. She bit her lower lip hard, grabbed the pistol and was at a loss for a moment, her face looked a little guilty.
Suddenly, with a big palm move, she was pulled into his arms.
The man smiled evilly: "Don't worry, it's just like you are tickling me, it doesn't hurt at all."
"You lied to me?!"
"I want to see how nervous you are about me." Ximen Longting probed her deeply: "Are you worried about me?"
"I don't!"
"Little liar, your worries are written all over your face, and you still talk so hard!"
"I said no!"
"Would you like me to take a look at you in the mirror?"
"I said no more!"
Ximen Longting stared at her affectionately: "Stop lying to yourself, you are already attracted to me! No matter how you hide, you can't escape my eyes!"
The deep red pupils seemed to have the power to penetrate her thoughts.
Jing Jiaren's heart suddenly stopped, like a thief caught red-handed, and began to beat rapidly.
Her mind went blank, the man's handsome face was pressing down to kiss her.
In fact, he didn't acknowledge her emotions at all. This woman was clearly standing in front of him, within reach, but he felt that he would never be able to touch her.
She was like a mystery, confusing his reason and thinking, making him unable to discern the direction, and losing the wisdom and composure he should have had.
She turned him from the pride of heaven into the most ordinary man. A man who longed to be loved.
He forced her to admit that she loved him, and he would only believe it if she said it herself.
【love me.】
【Jing Jiaren, you must love me!】
His eyes, breath, expression, every cell in his body, and the muscles in his arms were all asking for love from her.
This overbearing and coercive way of asking will only scare people into running away.
Jing Jiaren suddenly pushed his face away and pushed him hard. He hugged her arrogantly, and she stabbed his chest with her elbow.
"Let me go! Otherwise I won't be polite!"
"Beauty, I am the only one who loves you the most in this world."
"How much does it hurt?" Jing Jiaren slapped her face while struggling and asked, "Does it hurt that much?"
Ximen Longting was stunned for three seconds: "Yes."
Jing Jiaren kicked him hard: "Does it hurt so much?"
Ximen Longting: "It hurts even more."
Jing Jiaren raised his pistol and pressed the black hole's muzzle against his head: "Does it hurt to death?"
Ximen Longting: "It hurts like hell..."
"Then you go to hell!" Jing Jiaren pulled the wrench!
Ximen Longting's head was in pain. This blow really hurt him, and he rubbed his head.
Jing Jiaren took the opportunity to break away from his arms, stepped back a few steps, and stared at him with vigilance and caution: "You are playing tricks on me and fooling me, and you still expect me to care about you and love you? Ha, Master Ximen, I'm disgusted.
You're not in time yet."
The word disgust pierced his chest.
"Do you know what is the most basic thing about love? Trust?" Jing Jiaren said harshly, "We don't even have the most basic thing, so don't insult the word love every day. It's disgusting, okay?"
Ximen Longting narrowed his eyes: "How do you think I can trust you?"
"Give me a pistol." "I'm thinking about your safety."
"You don't believe me at all!"
She suddenly asked him to teach her how to shoot, and of course he would think twice about it.
Jing Jiaren fired two more shots in succession.
Ximen Longting covered his chest, with a look of pain on his face, and was about to fall to the ground.
Jing Jiaren was stunned, even though it was a fake bullet, it would still be painful if hit at such a close range. She bit her lower lip hard, grabbed the pistol and was at a loss for a moment, her face looked a little guilty.
Suddenly, with a big palm move, she was pulled into his arms.
The man smiled evilly: "Don't worry, it's just like you are tickling me, it doesn't hurt at all."
"You lied to me?!"
"I want to see how nervous you are about me." Ximen Longting probed her deeply: "Are you worried about me?"
"I don't!"
"Little liar, your worries are written all over your face, and you still talk so hard!"
"I said no!"
"Would you like me to take a look at you in the mirror?"
"I said no more!"
Ximen Longting stared at her affectionately: "Stop lying to yourself, you are already attracted to me! No matter how you hide, you can't escape my eyes!"
The deep red pupils seemed to have the power to penetrate her thoughts.
Jing Jiaren's heart suddenly stopped, like a thief caught red-handed, and began to beat rapidly.
Her mind went blank, the man's handsome face was pressing down to kiss her.
In fact, he didn't acknowledge her emotions at all. This woman was clearly standing in front of him, within reach, but he felt that he would never be able to touch her.
She was like a mystery, confusing his reason and thinking, making him unable to discern the direction, and losing the wisdom and composure he should have had.
She turned him from the pride of heaven into the most ordinary man. A man who longed to be loved.
He forced her to admit that she loved him, and he would only believe it if she said it herself.
【love me.】
【Jing Jiaren, you must love me!】
His eyes, breath, expression, every cell in his body, and the muscles in his arms were all asking for love from her.
This overbearing and coercive way of asking will only scare people into running away.
Jing Jiaren suddenly pushed his face away and pushed him hard. He hugged her arrogantly, and she stabbed his chest with her elbow.
"Let me go! Otherwise I won't be polite!"
"Beauty, I am the only one who loves you the most in this world."
"How much does it hurt?" Jing Jiaren slapped her face while struggling and asked, "Does it hurt that much?"
Ximen Longting was stunned for three seconds: "Yes."
Jing Jiaren kicked him hard: "Does it hurt so much?"
Ximen Longting: "It hurts even more."
Jing Jiaren raised his pistol and pressed the black hole's muzzle against his head: "Does it hurt to death?"
Ximen Longting: "It hurts like hell..."
"Then you go to hell!" Jing Jiaren pulled the wrench!
Ximen Longting's head was in pain. This blow really hurt him, and he rubbed his head.
Jing Jiaren took the opportunity to break away from his arms, stepped back a few steps, and stared at him with vigilance and caution: "You are playing tricks on me and fooling me, and you still expect me to care about you and love you? Ha, Master Ximen, I'm disgusted.
You're not in time yet."
The word disgust pierced his chest.
"Do you know what is the most basic thing about love? Trust?" Jing Jiaren said harshly, "We don't even have the most basic thing, so don't insult the word love every day. It's disgusting, okay?"
Ximen Longting narrowed his eyes: "How do you think I can trust you?"