Jing Jiaren looked at him coldly: "Do you dare to put your life in my hands?"
Ximen Longting squinted his eyes, his red eyes filled with huge swirling whirlpools.
"Why are you staring at me? Just forget it if you don't dare!" Jing Jiaren turned around and left.
In her heart, she actually hoped that he would stop her, agree to her request as indulgently as usual, and give her the pistol.
But she was very disappointed. She walked a long way and the only people following her were the bodyguards guarding her.
Jing Jiaren's heart was empty, her plan failed.
The purpose of her coming to the shooting range was to get a gun from him as a self-defense weapon when escaping.
She originally planned to wait for him to teach her how to shoot, then seduce him to compete with her. As long as she could hit the red bullseye, she would let him give her a reward...
Of course she will ask for a pistol as a reward.
Although things didn't go according to the original plan, she still achieved her goal in the end.
How could someone who had long expected that Ximen Longting would be so cautious be willing to give her a pistol?
She just came to take a gamble!
On the other hand, Jing Jiaren felt huge disappointment at Ximen Longting's distrust.
Just now she thought it was a real gun, but she didn't attack him. Under such circumstances, he still didn't believe her?!
Ha, her "Stockholm Syndrome" is indeed getting more serious. So even if she dies this time, she must escape. If she stays here, she might have her soul taken away by the devil, and she will willingly become his prisoner.
Jing Jiaren returned to the room and closed the bedroom door.
Ximen Longting had an early flight tomorrow morning, and she left immediately after he left.
If you can't get a pistol, you have to find a sharp weapon that you can carry with you.
Jing Jiaren rummaged through the drawers and finally found a vintage dagger. The dagger was engraved with a red fire phoenix, and the phoenix held a fireball in its mouth, and the fireball was a bloody ruby.
I think this dagger is a handicraft with commemorative value.
Jing Jiaren opened the condom, the cold light shone, and the knife edge was sharp...
Her face was clearly reflected on the dagger.
Jing Jiaren pulled out a small bag from under the bed. The bag was filled with gold and silver jewelry needed for escape, and she also put the dagger in it.
As soon as I put my bag back under the bed, I heard the sound of the door lock being turned.
Fortunately, she locked the door when she came in!
Ximen Longting knocked on the door, but she didn't answer, so he asked the servant to bring the key to the door.
Ximen Longting walked in, and Jing Jiaren was lying on her side with her back to the door. He closed the door, walked to Jing Jiaren, and began to take off her clothes and pants that were soaked with sweat.
The man's strong body makes people's blood rush, and his legs are slender and powerful...
She turned around, facing away from him.
The big bed suddenly moved, Ximen Longting got on the bed, and the smell of sweat filled with wildness came over him.
Jing Jiaren only felt a shadow fall, and Ximen Longting's face appeared from above, with his arms on both sides of her head, so that no matter whether she slept on the left side or the right side, she could not escape him.
Jing Jiaren frowned coldly, turned over and fell asleep.
Ximen Longting: "..."
He forcibly lifted her shoulders: "Isn't it boring to sleep like this? Aren't you afraid of lack of oxygen?"
Jing Jiaren suddenly twisted his hand away and said coldly: "Am I short of oxygen to do your shit? Do you care too much? You have to care how much I eat, where I go, and how many times I go.
You have to worry about sleeping. You are so long-winded and difficult to deal with!"
Ximen Longting's eyes darkened: "I didn't say I wouldn't give you a pistol." Jing Jiaren looked at him coldly: "Do you dare to put your life in my hands?"
Ximen Longting squinted his eyes, his red eyes filled with huge swirling whirlpools.
"Why are you staring at me? Just forget it if you don't dare!" Jing Jiaren turned around and left.
In her heart, she actually hoped that he would stop her, agree to her request as indulgently as usual, and give her the pistol.
But she was very disappointed. She walked a long way and the only people following her were the bodyguards guarding her.
Jing Jiaren's heart was empty, her plan failed.
The purpose of her coming to the shooting range was to get a gun from him as a self-defense weapon when escaping.
She originally planned to wait for him to teach her how to shoot, then seduce him to compete with her. As long as she could hit the red bullseye, she would let him give her a reward...
Of course she will ask for a pistol as a reward.
Although things didn't go according to the original plan, she still achieved her goal in the end.
How could someone who had long expected that Ximen Longting would be so cautious be willing to give her a pistol?
She just came to take a gamble!
On the other hand, Jing Jiaren felt huge disappointment at Ximen Longting's distrust.
Just now she thought it was a real gun, but she didn't attack him. Under such circumstances, he still didn't believe her?!
Ha, her "Stockholm Syndrome" is indeed getting more serious. So even if she dies this time, she must escape. If she stays here, she might have her soul taken away by the devil, and she will willingly become his prisoner.
Jing Jiaren returned to the room and closed the bedroom door.
Ximen Longting had an early flight tomorrow morning, and she left immediately after he left.
If you can't get a pistol, you have to find a sharp weapon that you can carry with you.
Jing Jiaren rummaged through the drawers and finally found a vintage dagger. The dagger was engraved with a red fire phoenix, and the phoenix held a fireball in its mouth, and the fireball was a bloody ruby.
I think this dagger is a handicraft with commemorative value.
Jing Jiaren opened the condom, the cold light shone, and the knife edge was sharp...
Her face was clearly reflected on the dagger.
Jing Jiaren pulled out a small bag from under the bed. The bag was filled with gold and silver jewelry needed for escape, and she also put the dagger in it.
As soon as I put my bag back under the bed, I heard the sound of the door lock being turned.
Fortunately, she locked the door when she came in!
Ximen Longting knocked on the door, but she didn't answer, so he asked the servant to bring the key to the door.
Ximen Longting walked in, and Jing Jiaren was lying on her side with her back to the door. He closed the door, walked to Jing Jiaren, and began to take off her clothes and pants that were soaked with sweat.
The man's strong body makes people's blood rush, and his legs are slender and powerful...
She turned around, facing away from him.
The big bed suddenly moved, Ximen Longting got on the bed, and the smell of sweat filled with wildness came over him.
Jing Jiaren only felt a shadow fall, and Ximen Longting's face appeared from above, with his arms on both sides of her head, so that no matter whether she slept on the left side or the right side, she could not escape him.
Jing Jiaren frowned coldly, turned over and fell asleep.
Ximen Longting: "..."
He forcibly lifted her shoulders: "Isn't it boring to sleep like this? Aren't you afraid of lack of oxygen?"
Jing Jiaren suddenly twisted his hand away and said coldly: "Am I short of oxygen to do your shit? Do you care too much? You have to care how much I eat, where I go, and how many times I go.
You have to worry about sleeping. You are so long-winded and difficult to deal with!"
Ximen Longting's eyes darkened: "I didn't say I wouldn't give you a pistol."