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

Brat looked at her, raised his eyebrows slightly, and repeated, "The key?"

Jiang Zijin subconsciously covered her skirt, and she touched a hard metal object. Her fingers curled up, and her fingertips were pink.

How can she get...?

The original owner was afraid that his key would be stolen, so he cut a hole in the inner lining of the skirt, and the key was put into the hole, and if he took it, he would lift the skirt up.

Brat waited impatiently, "Do you want me to get it myself?"

Jiang Zijin's face turned red suddenly, and she said, "You...you turn around first."

Brat thought it was an excuse for her not wanting to return the key, and his blood-red eyes showed a shocking coldness. He pushed him to the corner and stretched out his hand towards her.

"Then I'll get it myself."

He saw that the key was in the skirt of the little liar, and was covering it so that no one could touch it.

The second his cold fingertips touched the girl, he clearly felt Jiang Zijin tremble, and then her soft hand pressed against his arm, limp and without any strength.

With a cold face, Brat continued to explore without any hesitation.

The girls in the human school uniform of St. Celia College are all in uniform short skirts, revealing a pair of white and slender legs. Her body is warm and soft, and the more private the place is, the more nerves and sensitive it is.

"Bolet."

When Jiang Zijin was in a hurry, she didn't even say the honorifics, "The key...the key is in the skirt, I, I will get it for you..."

"It's late," Brat said.

For this kind of liar and thief, he shouldn't be soft-hearted from the beginning.

When Brat's rough and cold fingertips brushed against Jiang Zijin's thigh, she felt as if she was hit by an electric current, and she trembled even more, her eyelashes waving like two small fans.

Brat's blood-red eyes were ruthless, and he was wearing a neat tuxedo, as if obsessive-compulsive, even every crease on the clothes was carefully smoothed out by him.

When he touched the soft and warm skin of the human race, Jiang Zijin's whole body was about to hang on his hands, and the long black and thick hair brushed against his palms, making it itchy.

The key was hidden in the deepest part of the skirt, and when he touched it, Jiang Zijin almost broke down and cried.

"How do you put the key there?"

The beautiful human girl's eyes were wet and red, and her skirt was lifted up.

As if being bullied too much, the tip of the nose is also red.

A crack appeared on Brat's indifferent face. He took the key away, and the soft and warm skin of the human race was still lingering on his fingertips. His blood-red eyes were throbbing endlessly, and his voice was hoarse.

"Are you so afraid of being taken away?"

Jiang Zijin tried her best to hide back but couldn't avoid his hand, her cheeks were flushed, her crystal clear and snowy skin was as smooth as jade.

"Bolet..."

Even when calling someone's full name directly, the ending trembles violently, and the voice is soft. In such a scene, it is ambiguous and lingering.

The key in Brat's hand was warm from her thigh, he pursed his lips, and put the key into his pocket.

The straight and smooth trousers set up a tent.

Brat looked down and was silent for a rare moment. He quickly raised Jiang Zijin's head.

Jiang Zijin: "?"

She was very tired with her head up, and the big hands that clamped her chin were cold and strong.His slender nails scratched Jiang Zijin's face, and his rough fingertips sank deep into her flesh, pinching her skin red.

Brat's voice was forbearing, pretending to be cold, "Next time you take my things, I'll suck your blood dry."

Jiang Zijin: "???"

The moment Brat let go of her, he turned around and walked away with his back to her somewhat unnaturally.

Jiang Zijin rubbed her pinched chin and muttered softly, "I don't know why..."

*

The banquet of Grand Duke Vihir was set up on the first floor.

Before Jiang Zijin could take a few steps, a woman grabbed her arm.

"Jinjin! Why haven't you changed into your dress yet, the banquet is about to start, and you're still wandering around here!"

The woman was about 30 years old, wearing a long black dress, with a sallow and thin face, and a very ordinary appearance.At this time, she was full of anxiety, holding Jiang Zijin's hand a little bit hard.

"Didn't you beg to come to this banquet? You know how much effort it took me to add you, and I just hope that you can be spotted by other gentlemen at the banquet..."

The woman murmured and pulled her forward, "Why don't you let me worry so much? You were very active before. It's almost time for the banquet and you're still wearing this school uniform..."

Jiang Zijin was in a daze, and she dragged her to the cloakroom.

The system said: "She is your aunt Stephanie, a teacher at the Human Race Academy branch. Originally, she was not enough to attend this banquet according to the identity of the original owner, but because of her appearance and relationship, she made an exception and added an extra seat."

Jiang Zijin understood.

It turned out that she was still a related household.

"Quick, try on all these dresses!"

The cloakroom where Stephanie took her had two rows of gorgeous dresses, probably nearly fifty pieces.

Jiang Zijin: "..."

Stephanie had high hopes for her, and she hoped that Jiang Zijin would be liked by the gentlemen of the main campus with her good looks.

No matter which blood clan it is, it is a very rare honor to be their blood servant.

Jiang Zijin whispered her opinion, "Auntie... I can't finish trying so many, besides, isn't the banquet about to start?"

Stephanie struggled for a while, glanced at the entire row of skirts, and then reluctantly said:

"If you hadn't wasted time by wandering around, these clothes would have been tried on in time, that's all right..."

She gave in and said, "Then you choose yourself, someone will come to help you put on your makeup in 10 minutes, and you have to sit down and sit for an hour, do you hear me?"

Jiang Zijin nodded obediently, and Stephanie let her go.

Stephanie was as busy as a spinning top because of the banquet, so she gave Jiang Zijin a few casual orders and hurried down.

Jiang Zijin was happy to be at leisure, she picked out a piece of clothing at random, and planned to wear it for herself without even looking at the style.

System: Is this the host with capital?

......

After Jiang Zijin changed her clothes, she followed the system's prompts and went downstairs.

There was a glass window outside the door that stretched to the end of the corridor, and a man sitting under a tree caught her attention.

The evening moonlight fell on the man's silver mid-length hair. He was wearing a gorgeous and exquisite high-end dress. The leaves were blown by the wind and fell from a high place, slowly falling on the scroll in the man's hand.

He wears glasses with gold wire frames, and the mirror chain hangs long on his shoulders, and his demeanor reveals an unspeakable nobility.Wearing an emerald jade ring on his slender white hand, he picked up the leaf on the scroll and slowly put it aside.

The eyes were filled with the depth of the night, and the thickness of blood was condensed.

—is red.