Fast time travel: The delicate beauty becomes the prisoner of the villain

When Hitchel was not smiling, he looked very cold, and even if he got close, he would be frozen by the cold air on his body.

"Did you really take a shower here?"

The man's cold brows and eyes were like a layer of frost, and there was undisguised malice in his voice.

"In the men's bathroom, undress and shower."

Jiang Zijin's eyes widened slightly, "No..."

Hitchel: "Not what?"

"Someone tied you up here, bit your mouth open and sucked up the swelling, and then left you here alone—"

"Just like those two shameless couples just now."

Hitchel's tone was poor, even aggressive.

He desperately wanted to know the answer from Jiang Zijin's mouth.

"Why are you lying to me?"

"You have ghosts in your heart?"

Jiang Zijin was trembling with anger, but she couldn't talk about the system.

Nor could he tell Hitchel that he had just met the presiding judge.

In this case, it is difficult to say how she escaped from the presiding judge.

"If you say that other people have ghosts in their hearts, don't you come here yourself? You came here not later than me, why didn't you go out just now, and hid here too."

Jiang Zijin held his breath in his heart, and his attitude became bad, and he started talking nonsense to pour dirty water on Hitchel.

"Why did you come to the sub-campus? It's not because you want to have a private meeting..."

Before he finished speaking, his mouth was tightly gagged.

Regardless of her resistance, Hitchel took her already swollen lips in his mouth.

The wound that hadn't healed was suddenly licked, and the pain caused Jiang Zijin to burst into tears, "Umm..."

She clenched her hands into fists and thumped Hitchel's shoulder hard.

Her lips were blocked, and only a small, muffled whimper escaped her throat.

"Hit..."

The man's shoulders are strong and his muscles are knotted, like bricks piled up one after another.

Jiang Zijin's petite body was completely wrapped in his arms, unable to move.

Hitchel didn't say anything, but Jiang Zijin's hands started to hurt from the beating, and her knuckles were red.

what's the matter...

Jiang Zijin's mouth was swollen and sore from being kissed by three men just today.

Each of them kissed deeply and deeply, as if they wanted to bite off a piece of meat for her.

It wasn't once or twice that she was forced to kiss. She felt that she was almost used to kissing.

Although Jiang Zijin was emotionally slow, it didn't mean she didn't understand at all, she just subconsciously avoided all these emotions.

Ignorantly retracted myself into the protective shell, and tried my best to minimize my damage when encountering danger.

"Not attentive."

Hitchel noticed her distraction, and pinched her slender waist with cold fingertips, and the bathrobe was so thin that he could put his hands in it without much effort.

He squeezed her slender waist.

Breathing becomes heavier.

Jiang Zijin shrank inward, her delicate butterfly bones were half exposed, her breath on her face was cold, even her kiss was cold.

Until Hitchel took the initiative to leave her lips.

She could catch her breath.

Hitchel licked the moisture on his lips, and gritted his back molars, "You are here to annoy me on purpose."

"Believe it or not, I can kill you right now."

Jiang Zijin: "..."

Do not believe.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

While he wasn't paying attention, he raised his foot and kicked Hitchel's stomach──

Hitchel didn't seem to expect that Jiang Zijin would resist, and this kick was real.

Jiang Zijin was sure that Hitchel would not kill her.

Except grabbing her like a mad dog, biting and licking her, and saying weird things to scare her.

Hitchel would do absolutely nothing to her to hurt her.

Jiang Zijin was no longer afraid, she leaned halfway on the cabinet, her lips slightly pursed, "Then you come."

Hitchel stared at her for a while, then sneered inexplicably, "You can do it."

"You are great."

He became angry, pinched the man's ankle, and carried him to the top of the cabinet.

"Bangdang-"

With a loud noise, Hitchel's arm rested under Jiang Zijin's body, and hit the hard cabinet with a loud noise.

Hitchel didn't even wrinkle his eyebrows, and half hugged Jiang Zijin without changing his face.

The cabinet is nearly 1.8 meters high, and the feet are more than one meter away from the ground when sitting on it.

Jiang Zijin's legs were white and translucent, with a little powder on her knees, and her toenails were round and beautifully trimmed.

"What are you doing—"

She was a little afraid of heights, and tightened her grip on the cabinet.

Hitchel: "Now you know you're afraid?"

He was still holding on to the man's ankle, his blood-red eyes glowing coldly.

"Where's the ring on your finger?"

Jiang Zijin: "Throw it away."

Hitchel squeezed her ankle slightly, "Still lying."

Jiang Zijin's legs were almost torn apart, she was only wearing a bathrobe now, the cool feeling between her legs made her feel uncomfortable, she was a little anxious.

"Put me down! Hitchel!"

Hitchel's expression was gloomy, "Aren't you amazing just now?"

"Go ahead and order me to take a look."

Jiang Zijin swallowed her saliva, her voice was trembling, and she quickly changed her face to show her kindness.

"Hitchel..."

Hitchel paused, his scarlet eyes fixed on Jiang Zijin, and he cursed in a low voice.

"That's all you can do."

Jiang Zijin looked at him eagerly, waiting for him to carry him down.

Hitchel twitched the corners of his mouth, "I won't move you, you sit on it and reflect on yourself."

How does this work!

Jiang Zijin became even more anxious, she leaned forward, the cabinet moved forward, her whole body moved, and she was so frightened that her heart stopped suddenly──

Hitchel quickly reacted and pressed the cabinet with one hand, and said in a vicious voice: "Don't move around, I will fall to you later."

Jiang Zijin: I don't even look at who brought her up.

She stepped on Hitchel's chest, her slender legs were clean, with graceful and delicate curves.

Everywhere is beautiful.

"Put me down."

Hitchel's blood rushed to the top of his head, and he was like a kid with a tight jawline.

He didn't feel humiliated by Jiang Zijin, on the contrary, he felt a different kind of unspeakable feeling from her actions,

At that moment, he really wanted to kiss her slender and white anklebone devoutly like a dog.

"Jiang Zijin, you really don't want to live anymore, do you?"

Jiang Zijin stomped on him again, her feet were as hard as unmelted ice, making her feet numb.

"Put me down."

Hitchel gritted his teeth.

Still let you down?

I fucking want to fuck you right now.