Ximen Longting picked up her body and rubbed her back and forth harder.

The smell of her...

Why could only her smell arouse his desire so easily?

Jing Jiaren was hugged and placed on the bed, and she pushed him violently.

Ximen Longting's waist was injured, and he frowned in pain whenever she moved, and restrained her body severely: "Don't move."

The most fearful thing about love is not giving the other person space when they get better, and not giving the other person a chance when they hate you.

"Ximen Longting, how could you do this to me?"

"You brought it to my door."

"..."

"Time and time again, you come to your door obediently." He pinched her chin, "I tolerated you before because I had feelings for you. But now, who do you think you are?"

Jing Jiaren's lips are as white as snow.

"What qualifications do you have to come in and out of my world at will?"

"I……"

He pressed her lips fiercely again, moved his hands wantonly on her body, and tugged on her clothes.

Jing Jiaren dodged her body, and his lips traced her face, smelling like a demonic drink.

"Ximen Longting, I'm pregnant...I'm pregnant..."

"So what?!"

"You have read so much about pregnant women, and you know the consequences of taking me by force at this time!"

"So, what?" He grabbed her hair, "Do you think I care?"

Does he not care? Yes, he must not care about this child. It is too late to hate this child.

However, this method of abortion can cause heavy bleeding and even be life-threatening.

Her life was cheap and insignificant, but she didn't want it to be stained by his hands...

"I will die," Jing Jiaren looked at him with empty eyes, "Do you want me to die?"

Ximen Longting's hand stiffened slightly, and the next second, an even more explosive force burst out, and her fabric was torn apart.

It was anger, it was hatred, it was rage that kept surging out!

Ximen Longting tore at her clothes frantically: "In my heart, Jing Jiaren in the past has long been dead."

Jing Jiaren's eyes were red.

"And you are Mrs. Leng."

His hands cupped her plumpness and kissed her white neck, leaving his own kiss marks.

Each Ximen Longting logo is printed on Jing Jiaren’s fair skin.

He breathed, working his waist, rubbing her hard, through the clothes...

Despite this, he did not really invade her.

Jing Jiaren felt extremely uncomfortable and grabbed his hair.

Sweat dripped from the tip of his nose: "This is your final warning."

"..."

"If you dare to provoke me again, don't blame me for snatching you back." He stroked her pretty face, "Don't think that you will be treated the same as before when you return to my hands."

It was like a voice from hell warning in her ears.

"You will taste the most terrible torture."

Jing Jiaren's eyes were blank, passing through him, she didn't know why she saw the portrait on the wall, which was facing the big bed.

And the black eyes of the man pointed by the arrow are no longer so dark, they seem to reflect light...

Jing Jiaren suddenly understood: "Are you monitoring me?"

He was just panting heavily.

"Did you hide the camera in that painting?"

Ximen Longting didn't say anything, turned her face and kissed her again.

He didn't hide the cameras, but there was a painting of hidden cameras in every room.
Chapter completed!