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

The clock on the wall said eleven o'clock at night.

Xie Jing put the pajamas prepared for her on the bed.

He just got out of the shower, he was wearing a bathrobe, and his short hair was half wet.

The young man's figure is strong and powerful, with a broad back and clear grooves, and every inch of muscle is pleasing to the eye as if carefully carved.

He turned around, "We both slept together when we were kids."

Jiang Zijin stood where he was, feeling that the atmosphere was a little weird.

"The situation at that time was special, there was no place to live..."

Xie Jing tucked the corner of the quilt and said softly: "I know."

"My sister can only appear for a few days at a time. After these days, it will be a few... a year before we meet again."

When Jiang Zijin heard him say 'a few years', it was like being stabbed in the heart with a small needle.

Damn it.

Xie Jing immediately grasped the guilt in her heart.

Xie Jing made the bed, and said softly, "I'll just sleep under the bed, and I won't disturb my sister."

Jiang Zijin hesitated several times.

Xie Jing said again: "I also sleep peacefully, basically I don't make any noise to disturb my sister's rest."

The young man's eyes were burning, under the slightly wet forehead, there was a pair of eyes as clear as morning dew.

Jiang Zijin couldn't resist the look in his eyes, and finally let go.

"......OK then."

Anyway, Xie Jing was still young, and the two of them didn't sleep in the same bed, so it shouldn't affect anything.

Jiang Zijin took the pajamas on the bed and was about to go to the bathroom to take a shower.

Xie Jing sat on the sofa and slowly looked away when he heard the sound of the bathroom door closing.

He took out a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet, looked at the red candle on the bedside table without focus, and pursed his thin lips lightly.

"It really...appeared."

The lights in the room are off.

Xie Jing held a match with his long white fingers, and lit the red candle, and the faint candlelight reflected his figure on the wall.

The young man's cold face was half-hidden in the darkness, the tails of his eyes were raised, the pupils of his eyes were pure black, and the smile at the corner of his mouth was cold, giving this picture an indescribably strange feeling.

"god......"

He stretched out his hand and approached the candlelight.

The shaking Hokage conveyed a burning sensation.

Xie Jing pressed down with his fingers, and the red candle made a soft "Zi" sound.

The burning red candle was extinguished with his index finger, but Xie Jing didn't seem to feel any pain, and the expression on his face didn't change at all.

'bang bang'

There was a knocking sound against the wall against which the head of the bed was resting.

Xie Jing moved his gaze upwards.

If Jiang Zijin was still here, she would naturally be able to tell that the impact sound was exactly the same as the sound she heard in the afternoon!

"Be quiet."

Xie Jing moved his hand away, and a small light brown mark was burned on his fingertips.

The young man's pale fingers stroked the wall, and the living thing that hit seemed to sense his voice, and he yelped twice, completely silent.

Xie Jing stood there for a few seconds, turned around and returned to the sofa, poured the wine into the goblet on the tray, swirled it twice, and drank the wine in one gulp.

He enjoys the dark and closed room, his body seems to be integrated with the darkness, not as abrupt as when he is in the light, like a dormant beast, waiting for an opportunity to kill its prey.

The black silk nightgown was loosely draped over the body, and the belt in the middle was loosely tied. The water droplets on the tips of the hair slid down the shoulders and back to the chest and abdomen, and the whole body was loose and wild.

Xie Jing is used to drinking a glass of red wine before going to bed. Alcohol will temporarily paralyze the brain and allow him to fall asleep better.

He is a little too excited now, and the veins on his temples are throbbing.

Two drinks in a row didn't help.

Long, pale fingers squeezed the glass tightly.

When the nerves reached a critical point, the bathroom door made a 'click', which released Xie Jing from his deep emotions.

"Xie Jing?"

Jiang Zijin was wiping her hair, her dress shifted due to the upward movement of her hands, the elastic band around her waist was tightly fitted to her flexible waist, and her pair of snow-white legs were clean.

Xie Jing pinched the goblet with his slender fingers, and his fingertips tapped on the wall of the cup, making a slight sound.

He heard his own heartbeat, beating crazily as if he couldn't control it.

I was so excited that I felt joy running down my spine.

Jiang Zijin turned on the light in the bedroom and said in a low voice:

"It's so dark."

"Why don't you turn on the light?"