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

Thick dark curtains cut out all light, and the house was dark.

A tall man stood by the bed, his expression hidden in the darkness, his hand slipped down from the girl's bright red lips, and he grasped her slender waist again, his movements were flirtatious and flirtatious.

In his sleep, Jiang Zijin babbled uncomfortably.

The dark red lips are slightly parted, and the pouty lips are seductive to pick.

The hands around the waist were very wide, and without much effort, the soft and smooth skin sank slightly, revealing a seductive curvature.

The ends of her eyes were full of color, and there were physiological tears on the long and curled eyelashes.

The snow-white flesh under the dress was pinched with bright red marks one after another.

Jiang Zijin slept too deeply, her thin white arms and legs were exposed under the long skirt, she didn't notice that the man's gaze was getting deeper and deeper, he was short of breath, his eyes were greedy, and he was staring at the sleeping girl.

"Jiaojiao..."

Patience caused some sweat to ooze from his forehead, but he never took a step further, and his hands pinched her waist even harder.

The man moved closer to Jiang Zijin's neck and sniffed sickly, like a mad dog that had been hungry for two or three days, panting/breathing heavily, but he didn't kiss her directly.

"It smells good."

*

When Jiang Zijin woke up from the bed again, the scene in front of him changed drastically.

It was still a familiar setting, and the desktop computer shimmered in the dark room, everything was the same as when she first walked in.

If you ignore the familiar rose red dress on her body and the rose on the bedside table.

Jiang Zijin hugged the quilt, most of her face sunk in, her fine white skin was covered with a thin layer of powder.

That's it... let her out?

She glanced around vigilantly, but didn't find the man wearing the ghost mask.

There are still a little red marks drawn from the circle on the wrist, and the clothes on his body are not the original ones.

"It's not... a dream."

How would he know where he lived?

And the door...

How did you get in without a key?

Jiang Zijin was stiff all over.

[Mr. Murderer likes to watch your live broadcast very much. 】

This is the key hint at the beginning of the world.

Could it be that her address was leaked because of the live broadcast?

What the original host said and did during the live broadcast, Jiang Zijin didn't know if he mentioned his three-dimensional life.

But she is not stupid, it is a big taboo to reveal the address in the live broadcast.

So the original owner probably didn't mention it either.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zijin became even more flustered, and was ruled out one by one in every way she could imagine.

The murderer was like a shadow hiding in the darkness, watching her every move silently, making Jiang Zijin shudder.

The system said: 【Tomorrow, I will check the monitoring. He walked all the way with you in his arms, and he will definitely leave some traces. 】

"Ah."

There is only one way.

Jiang Zijin lightly lifted the quilt and turned on the light on the bedside table.

As soon as the lights are on, the sense of security instantly increases.

The room is not too big and quiet.

If that person was still here, he shouldn't be hiding in the dark to scare her.

Jiang Zijin was still worried, she carefully checked every corner of the room, until she made sure that no one was there, then she finally let go of her worry.

There was also a video camera with a slit on the bedside table, and a dress that had been ripped apart by razor blades.

The man returned everything to her.

As soon as Jiang Zijin saw the dress, her ears couldn't stop getting hot, and her huge sense of shame almost swallowed her up.

She picked up the skirt and threw it to the ground.

The tattered skirt seemed to be a bad tease from a man to her, which reminded Jiang Zijin of the scene when he changed her clothes again.

The nasty, rude murderer.

"click"

The cards in the pocket fell to the ground along the pocket.

It's Zhou Zeyu's business card.

Jiang Zijin breathed a sigh of relief, knelt down and was about to pick it up, when suddenly, there were two knocks on the door.

It is especially obvious in the silent space.

'dong dong'

Jiang Zijin pricked up her ears alertly, but she didn't immediately run to open the door.The fear of being kidnapped has not subsided, and the fine hairs on the white skin stand erect.

She bit her lower lip and said nothing.

The people outside the door stopped politely with only two clicks.

'dong dong'

There was a knock on the door again, but it was not Jiang Zijin's door.

It is the resident upstairs.

Jiang Zijin held his breath, and within a few seconds, the sound of the door being pulled open came out.

'Squeak—'

The door was opened, but there was no voice.

'boom'

Close it again.

Is it a typo?

Jiang Zijin felt a little uneasy. She walked to the door and looked out through the cat's eye. In the dark night, something red flashed by.

Like rose petals.

It was too dark outside, and Jiang Zijin didn't dare to go out.

That touch of red fell to the ground, revealing an ominous and weird look.

Jiang Zijin locked the door.

Her heart was beating very fast, and her premonition told her that she must not go out.

There were still three hours before dawn, and Jiang Zijin sat back on the bed again. She covered her head with the quilt, and the stuffy and hot small space became a very good protective cover.

Jiang Zijin's thin white hands tightly clutched the quilt, her thin eyelids were still red, her thick black hair spread out on the bed, she was as beautiful and fragile as a porcelain doll.

The lingering scent of roses seems to be lingering at the tip of the nose.

The small lamp by the bed stayed on all night.

.......

'Boom dong dong'

What woke Jiang Zijin up the next day was the non-stop knocking on the door.

"Hello, is anyone there?"

Jiang Zijin woke up dazed, it was bright outside, and sunlight leaked in through the undrawn curtains.

"coming."

Before she was fully awake, she went to open the door with bare feet, without even the least precautions.

There was a man standing outside the door. He was wearing a loose gown, trousers, and was holding a bag of biscuits in his hand. His fingers hooked on the plastic bag were white and cold.

It was the old antique shop owner.

Jiang Zijin woke up immediately.

Seeing that it was her, Fu Jian raised an eyebrow.

"What a coincidence, we meet again."

They were so close that the man could easily look at her whole body. Her long black hair hung down to her waist, her beautiful almond eyes were ignorant when she just woke up, and the red dress on her body was a little messy and wrinkled.

Pure and beautiful.

She didn't wear shoes, her white feet stepped on the ground, her round toes curled up slightly, and her whole body exudes exquisite beauty.

"I'm your new neighbor across the street."

The man handed her the biscuit, and picked out the most beautiful rose from a large bouquet of roses on the ground. The petals were still stained with dew, and they were very gorgeous.

"Give it to you."

When Jiang Zijin saw Rose, she seemed to suddenly recall something, and backed away nervously.

There was fear in her eyes, as if she was looking at a scourge, and her long and curled eyelashes trembled uncontrollably.

"Do not--"

Seeing that Jiang Zijin was about to fall backwards, Fu Jian quickly grabbed her arm.

"careful!"

The girl crashed into his firm embrace, and even through a layer of fabric, Jiang Zijin could feel the firm and full muscles under his clothes.

The metacarpal bone clasping her wrist was huge, propping up the thin layer of skin on the back of the hand, making it look thin and cold.

It coincided with the hand in her memory——

Jiang Zijin's pupils shrank slightly, and her curled eyelashes cast a small shadow on her fair face.

Men are full of hard muscles, which should be exercised regularly, full of explosive power and masculine attractiveness.

Fu Jian lowered his eyes and looked at Jiang Zijin's hair twirling, the smile in his eyes completely dissipated, a little cold.

Terrible.