This phone call made Jing Jiaren even more sleepless, and she was so anxious that she couldn't do it.

To calm herself down, she went to the bathroom to rinse.

The cold water poured down, she closed her eyes, and Shang Yanxuan appeared in her mind for a while, his empty gaze staring at her;

After a while, Simon Longting reappeared, and he sneered at her with the corner of his mouth obliquely hooked.

Suddenly, she felt a pair of hot eyes staring at her.

Jing Jiaren opened her eyes and saw the arrogant man coming out of her fantasy, leaning against the door of the bathroom, and the hot pupils were like dropping two fires.

Jing Jiaren shook her head and wiped her eyes, thinking it was an illusion.

But the corners of the mouth that sneered at her were clearly real.

Jing Jiaren: "You...... When did it come? ”

Ximen Longting took a few steps forward, and his steps were a little unsteady: "I want to come, so I came." ”

"How did you get in?!"

"I can get in if I want to."

"Don't come—"

Jing Jiaren is going crazy, and she doesn't know whether to grab something to cover her body first, or grab a weapon first for defense.

Zuihou still took a bath towel that was relatively close to her, and as soon as she wrapped it around her body, her body was pulled into a fierce embrace.

"You let go of me, you bastard!" She opened her mouth to bite his arm, and he reached out to grab her jaw.

"It smells so good."

He buried his head and sucked her hair in.

Jing Jiaren freed up one hand, grabbed a water drift, and hit him the head and body.

She knew that Jihua was not going well, and since she sent off the Jing family, her heart has been wondering, and she feels that something bad will happen.

Sure enough, tragedy struck. He changed his mind again, what did he want to do to her? No, no matter what he does, she'll have to catch that plane tomorrow.

Simon Longting hugged her tightly, one hand already holding her softness impatiently, rubbing back and forth.

His chin was raised high by him, and he leaned over and kissed her.

The smell of alcohol rushed over her, choking her for a while.

His kiss was different from usual, violent, unruly, and only knew how to blindly ask for it from her.

His strength is already great, and usually he will control his Liliang not to hurt her, but today, he is completely brute force. Jing Jiaren felt that his arms were like a pressure plate, squeezing her body flat. His hands were like iron pincers, about to crush her jawbone.

He kissed her frantically, her stubble hurting so much, and her lips were rubbed so hard by him.

His breath was fiery, and every time he snorted, there was a strong smell of alcohol.

Everything is telling Jing Jiaren that he is drunk.

And drunk!

The heavy liliang was about to overwhelm her like a mountain, and she kept backing away, being crushed against the cold bathroom wall.

The towel was ripped off, and he grabbed her leg high and pulled down the trouser chain.

The deep desire in his eyes was like a wild beast opening its bloody jaws to devour everything.

"How dare you do that...... I won't let me go of you...... How dare you ......"

Jing Jiaren pushed his face away with all her strength to prevent him from kissing her.

But the heat of her lower body was close to her, because she couldn't find the target, and she rushed indiscriminately.

Jing Jia was in a hurry, grabbed the shower head and slammed it on his head.

Ximen Longting's pupils constricted, frowning tightly, as if he was a little awake in an instant, and he couldn't figure out where he was or what he was doing......

Jing Jiaren took the opportunity to push him away and fled out of the bathroom.