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

The lights were turned off suddenly, Jiang Zijin's vision was pitch black, and the wall began to twist and fold.

She couldn't shake off the icy ghostly hand on her ankle, and the broken hair on her temples had long been wet with sweat, sticking wetly to her pale cheeks, and there were fine and dense blush around her eyes, like delicate and fragile porcelain.

"Well......"

The pain caused by the hard struggle made her eyes turn red. She was afraid of pain and ghosts, and her tears fell down like beads on a string, revealing her beautiful beauty in her paleness.

"Let go, let go..."

'Ghost' shouldn't be breathing, but the hair behind his ear was blown up.

Maliciousness is like gurgling water, dripping into the heart bit by bit.

Jiang Zijin felt her body getting colder and colder, as if something was sticking to her back, holding her tightly in her arms.

No struggle, no resistance.

The black figure behind her made an inch of progress, and the icy breath seemed to soak her whole body.

Pick up its scent.

[It smells so good. 】

Just when Jiang Zijin was about to faint from fear, the light came on brightly with a 'snap'.

"Miss."

A strong and hot hand wrapped around Jiang Zijin's slender and soft waist, and the other hand passed through the bend of her leg, hugging her horizontally.

The red skirt fell, revealing a large piece of skin as white as jade.

Ji Yanli was panting heavily, his eyes were getting darker, and the touch of his hands was extremely soft and smooth.

"Ugh..."

Jiang Zijin was very light, lying in his arms as light as a feather, and the whimpering sound when crying was thin and small, like a kitten that was discarded by someone.

"ghost......"

She was still immersed in fear, tightly grasping Ji Yanli's broad back, as if grasping her only life-saving straw.Her small face was buried on his chest, crying out of fright, her long and curly eyelashes trembling uncontrollably.

"what happened?"

Ji Yanli carried her to the door of his room, kicked the door open, and put her on the bed.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Zijin would not let go of his grip on him, there were still wet tears on his face, and his almond eyes were shining brightly.

"Ghost... There are ghosts...."

Ji Yanli was silent for a while, and held her in his arms in this position, and supported her hip with the other hand, so that people could have a more comfortable sitting position.

"Where are there ghosts?" Ji Yanli's black eyes rolled like surging waves, he whispered, "There are no ghosts in this world."

"some."

Jiang Zijin couldn't stop crying, she didn't look like a young lady, and she didn't care who the person in front of her was, as long as it was a warm and breathing human being.

"In the hallway...really, it's grabbing my foot...."

Ji Yanli lifted up her skirt, her legs were slender and fair, her ankles were exquisite and beautiful, without any trace.

"No."

He raised his hand and slowly wiped away the tears from Jiang Zijin's eyelashes.

Ji Yanli's hands are huge, making Jiang Zijin's face as big as a slap.

Small and exquisite.

On his chest, the wound that was bandaged by the doctor was slightly torn open because of his previous action of holding Jiang Zijin. Jiang Zijin was still buried in his arms, weeping the small piece of bandage, and there was a burst of pain. A little sting.

ghost......?

The season banquet was thoughtful, and he raised his eyes to look at a flawless white wall. There was a tiny black shadow under the wall. He noticed the man's sight, and his whole body trembled like chaff.

It was terrified, and tried its best to shrink itself to the minimum, so as not to let the season banquet notice.

"really have......"

The index finger and thumb of the season banquet hooked her chin, "Miss."

His voice is deep and magnetic, with a sense of security that makes people calm down.

"That's your illusion."

His eyes met Jiang Zijin's wet almond eyes, the color at the end of the eyes was like a winter plum on a snowy day, the soft flesh on his chin was slightly sunken by the pressure of the season banquet, revealing a layer of crimson powder .

Under his gaze, Jiang Zijin's slack eyesight gradually began to focus, her eyelashes were wet, and the tails of her eyes were drooping, which seemed pitiful.

"is it?"

She murmured in a low voice, the hand holding her chin was very rough, and there was a thick layer of calluses on her fingertips. When there seemed to be no friction on her face, it aroused a slight numbness.

"Ah."

Ji Yanli's dark eyes were like the boundless deep sea, he whispered: "You are too tired, you are hallucinating."

His voice was light, with a slightly low end, falling in the bottom of Jiang Zijin's heart, more palpitating than the sound of drums.

"Fake...?"

Jiang Zijin's tears were still wet, and when he turned his gaze, he saw Ji Yanli's deep and handsome jawline as sharp as a knife.

The man was hugging her, his bronzed muscles were almost as thick as her two arms, he wrapped her around her with one arm, his arms were hot and steaming.

As for Jiang Zijin, who was tightly holding on to the 'clothes' of Ji Yanli and did not let go, completely sinking into his arms.

What kind of clothes are these.

It was the bandages that the doctor had put on the season banquet, and the wounds that she had pulled were all cracked.

"The Season Banquet..."

Jiang Zijin's eyelashes fluttered in a panic, biting her rosy lower lip with her white teeth, trying to sit up from his embrace.

Because the action was too hasty, my legs were so frightened that they became limp and weak. I was sprained by the high heels as soon as they touched the ground, and tears fell out again just after the pain stopped.

"pain......"

Her body is highly sensitive, and she has a strong ability to perceive pain. Tears burst out of her eyes uncontrollably.

"Are you okay?"

Seeing her crying, Ji Yanli was also stunned for a moment.

Her hands reacted faster than her brain, and she pulled her back to the bed the second she was about to fall to the ground.

"my leg......"

Jiang Zijin's whole body is delicate, and when she gets close, she can still smell the sweet and greasy fragrance of her body, like smashed sweet and greasy cherries, soft and fragrant.

so able to cry.

Ji Yanli looked at her tears, and the first thought that popped into his mind was that Jiang Zijin was too capable of crying.

Cry when scared, cry when hurt, as delicate as a fragile piece of porcelain.

"Let me see."

Jiang Zijin's ankle was sprained, and her almond eyes were watery.

"thanks……"

Ji Yanli sighed, stretched his hand down, and held her little foot, the ankle bone was red and swollen.

He helped Jiang Zijin take off her high heels, her toes were trimmed round and delicate, very white, beautiful and attractive.

Ji Yanli's hand was attached to her sprained part, and a dark mist gathered in the palm of her hand.

"Squeamish."