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

Jiang Zijin's eyes widened, and before she could continue asking, someone put her body on the soft bed.

She didn't know what was spilled on it, which made her feel uncomfortable all over.

"It's red dates and longan."

The ghost bridegroom's blue and white fingertips penetrated into her soft red lips under the red hijab, and his rough fingertips rubbed against it.

The soft lips are delicate and delicate, and they can be stained with a bright color with a slight scratch.

"Bless us to have a precious son soon."

Jiang Zijin's pupils shrank, and the touch under his palm was round and round, covering the whole bed.

The man's slender fingertips lightly opened her clenched teeth, and passed the pill in his hand.

The scent of herbs mixed with a bit of bloody smell melted away the moment it touched her saliva, so she didn't even have a chance to spit it out.

"What did you feed?"

Jiang Zijin frowned her slender eyebrows uncomfortably, the medicine had completely melted in her mouth.

Ghost groom: "Nothing."

He rubbed her bright red lips.

"Just a little something that's good for your body."

Jiang Zijin felt his whole body start to heat up, and the stiff and cold air left in his body was dispelled, and his throat seemed to be on fire.

"what......"

The man's blue and cold hands brushed over her lips, and the pouty lips were like smashed sweet cherry flesh, exuding a tempting sweet smell in the air.

"you will like it."

On the slender fingers that were pale and bruised, the tip of the fingertips was still covered with a layer of crystal water, and he slid down along the lips to the fragile neck.

"Is it still cold?"

The sharp nails barely stopped at the neckline of the wedding dress.

"Is it very hot?"

The man's voice was gurgling and melodious.

Jiang Zijin's originally white and soft flesh was baked into pinkish white by the scorching heat, trembling slightly with the man's movements.

"hot……"

The heat inside the body and the coldness between the ghost bridegroom's skin formed a severe stimulus, which stained Jiang Zijin's eyes and tails with wet red.

"You are still human."

"Nature can't bear me."

A mist filled Jiang Zijin's eyes, and the hijab on his head was lifted away with a steelyard.

"So, we need a little external force."

The ghost bridegroom's stunning blue and white face was close to her, his thin cold lips were slightly parted, and the icy breath sprayed on her face.

"I can not hold it in."

"I can't help but want to get close to you and feel your breath."

"Do to you what any couple in the world should do."

The water vapor in Jiang Zijin's eyes swayed, and the tip of his nose was reddish, "No..."

She curled up and hid in the bed, knowing that all of this was futile, she was still like a fragile cub, put on the red-headed embroidered shoes on her feet, curled up, and distanced herself from the man.

"Don't come here..."

He is a ghost.

Humans and ghosts have different paths, which is not in line with the rules.

The ghost groom grabbed her ankle and pulled her towards him.

"what--"

Red dates and longan rolled from the bed to the ground, crackling.

The man held the back of her head with one hand, and inserted his blue and white knuckles into her thick black hair. He lowered his eyes slightly, leaned closer to her, and kissed her with his head tilted.

Jiang Zijin's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the tears on them rolled down to the lips of the two of them, with a slightly salty taste.

Her struggle was like a mayfly shaking a tree, she was suppressed to death.

"Well......"

The ghost groom opened her teeth, and the scarlet tongue nimbly entered.

The herbal scent of the pills in his mouth, mixed with the cold woody and floral scent of the man's body rushed in.

"......."

The candle flame beside the bed flickered slightly.

The black eyes of the ghost bridegroom slightly closed were filled with raging black tides, he was breathing heavily, his whole body became limp from the kiss, and his palms were wet with fine sweat.

"Stick out your tongue."

The wet kiss made people breathless, Jiang Zijin's head was in a daze, and he forgot where he was for a moment, and couldn't hear what the person in front of him was saying, and his ears rang.

The gorgeous and exquisite wedding dress was stripped off layer by layer.

Jiang Zijin lay on her back on the bed, the weight of the people on her body was all on her body, and the already thin air was even more difficult to breathe.

Her pink fingertips couldn't help trembling, and they hung softly on the man's broad and cold back.

"Kang, Kang Qing..."

The ghost groom's slightly closed black eyes opened suddenly.

"What did you say?"

Jiang Zijin's voice was trembling and crying, "Kang Qing..."

She didn't know if what she said was right.

This world can't be a dead end, since the marriage certificate is provided, it can't be completely useless.

Jiang Zijin called his name entirely with the mentality of giving it a try, but unexpectedly, it was really useful.

The man's face was expressionless, and his deep pupils were like ink that couldn't be wiped off.

"Call me again."

Jiang Zijin's thick hair spread out on the bed, her lips were red and her teeth were white, she was shockingly beautiful.

"You get up first..."

She was almost crushed, her body was soft and sore, and the skirt hanging under the edge of the bed was hanging down, revealing her snow-white and slender calves.

Kang Qing said, "I like it when you call my name."

He picked up Jiang Zijin's broken hair scattered on the bed, and wrapped it around his fingers, black and white, with a strong sense of chromatic aberration.

Jiang Zijin frowned, looking as if she would be unable to control her crying in the next second, her pale face was still stained with tears from the previous crying, and the corners of her eyes were also red.

Kang Qing pressed down his Adam's apple, his voice was low and hoarse, his eyebrows and eyes were hidden under the dim candlelight, like a ghost.

"hurry up."

Jiang Zijin pressed the last layer of her clothes firmly, covering the last piece of scenery, and opened her mouth in the man's half coaxing and half forcing tone.

"Kang, Kang Qing..."

She didn't know why the person in front of her was going crazy, she kept asking her to call his name.

The man's chest trembled, and his deep laughter made him a little more popular.

"Very nice."

His face began to contort, and he clamped Jiang Zijin's wrist with one hand, raised it above his head, and pressed it on the festive red floor.

"Girl."

Jiang Zijin's eyes were blurred with tears, his hands opened and then tightened into fists.

"Don't, don't..."

The evil ghost's dark pupils are slightly raised, beautiful and evil.

He was satisfied with the bride's trembling, her thin blood red lips parted slightly, and a lazy smile spread out of her chest.

——"I'm going to start enjoying it."