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

When Jiang Zijin woke up, her pajamas were half wet.

She seemed to have fallen into a nightmare from which she couldn't wake up, her black hair stuck to her cheeks, her heart was beating, and the aftertaste of the dream remained.

That feeling of being pinned down and unable to move, as if soaked in water——

The dormitory was very quiet, nothing unusual could be seen, the windows were tightly sealed, and all the furnishings were the same as before going to bed.

She got out of bed, except for the exhaustion of her body and the numbness and swelling after a long period of pressure, there was no trace left on her body.

Is it an illusion?

Jiang Zijin couldn't bear the wetness on her body, so she went to the bathroom and took a quick shower.

The face reflected in the mirror was still stained with drops of water, dripping down bit by bit along the tips of the jet-black hair, and rippled in circles in the scooped pool.

Like a gorgeous siren, the slender eyelashes were stained into strands by strands of water.

The door of the dormitory was knocked in a second.

'Boom dong dong'

A familiar male voice sounded outside the door.

"Miss Jiang."

Jiang Zijin wiped her face dry with a clean tissue, and ran to open the door.

Bratt was still wearing a stiff uniform, and he sprayed a little men's perfume on his body, like a fresh woody tone, just right into the tip of his nose, sweeping away the dullness when he just got up.

"Good morning."

Jiang Zijin looked at him, stunned for a moment, "Mr. Brat?"

Brat was a head taller than her. Wearing a pair of deacon's white gloves, he handed the beautifully printed school card to Jiang Zijin.

"This is from His Royal Highness the Grand Duke."

Jiang Zijin looked at the 'temporarily living in the main campus' on the admission card, approved by: Verhill.

How could Vihir give her this?

Brat said: "His Royal Highness the Grand Duke has selected five human races to live and study in the main campus."

"You are one of them."

Jiang Zijin was dragged away by Hitchel in full view yesterday, and the blood clans all agreed that she was the one chosen by Hitchel.

It was intriguing for Vihir to give this admission card at this time.

Brat looked down at her soft hair, "What did His Highness Hitchel talk to you last night?"

It's kind of rude to ask this question.

As expected, Jiang Zijin didn't speak, and Brat looked down at her wet eyelashes.

He is a perfectionist, and if necessary, as long as he wants, he can form a social situation that makes each other comfortable.

Obviously, this kind of ability has repeatedly failed when facing Jiang Zijin.

"He took you to the grove."

"It's been a long time."

Brat used declarative sentences, and his blood-red and restrained eyes stared straight at her fair cheeks, observing the slightest change in her expression.

"What did you do?"

Subtle questions with a bit of unspeakable aggression.

Jiang Zijin's lips moved slightly, and her face changed.

"When you came out of the woods, I saw you were wearing His Highness Hitchel's coat, and the clothes on your body were also torn."

"is it him?"

"He tore your dress," Brat said.

Maybe something else, dirty.

There were still a few pearl buttons scattered on the woods in Bratt's pocket, which were hard against his thighs, reminding him of what happened last night.

Not long after Jiang Zijin left, he squatted down, picked up the pearls on the ground little by little like a pervert, and greedily sniffed her scent remaining on the pearls.

That delicious taste of killing people.

Brat put these cheap pearls into his pocket as if they were treasures.

Even he himself didn't understand why he did it.

——Maybe it's just because the owner of these pearls is her.

Jiang Zijin's slender eyelashes trembled, "No..."

"His Royal Highness Hitchel did nothing to me."

Except tearing up her dress like a violent maniac.

Brat murmured in a low voice, "Is that so..."

Before, Jiang Zijin entangled him in order to be able to climb the high branch of the blood clan. Brat had seen this kind of person a lot, and he also dismissed her before, without showing any favoritism.

Since when did Jiang Zijin become a little different from before?

Brat's Adam's apple twitched slightly.

Jiang Zijin accepted the school card and shook his head, "Mr. Brat."

"I don't know where you got the news from, but nothing happened between me and Your Highness."

Brat is Vihir's butler, and his question, in Jiang Zijin's view, represents the question Vihir wants to ask.

Jiang Zijin still remembered his main mission, if he was tied up with Hitchel, then the simultaneous raid mission would definitely fail.

Brat stood in front of her, wearing a suit and leather shoes, with an indifferent and calm expression, but with a strange sense of coldness.

"I'm not blaming you."

"I just wanted to remind you that it might be impolite to say-"

Jiang Zijin looked up at him.

Brat: "His Royal Highness Hitchel is not a good person. He is impulsive, irritable, and has a personality that is completely inconsistent with his appearance."

"He can't control his power properly, and he will inadvertently hurt the people around him."

"His strength is your kind..." Brat paused, as if searching for a descriptive word to describe her, "It's something a weak human race like you can't bear."

His blood-colored pupils looked at Jiang Zijin's eyes without blinking, and the words on his dull lips also carried an inherent warmth.

"I was just worried that you might get hurt."

Jiang Zijin pursed her lips, ignoring the strange feeling in her heart.

Could it be that she misunderstood Bratt?

"Sorry, Mr. Brat," Jiang Zijin tugged at the hem of his clothes, "I didn't mean anything malicious either."

To her, this 'enrollment card' from the main campus is like being dozed off and someone comes to deliver a pillow or a pie in the sky. It feels unreal.

Brat raised her hand and brushed away her semi-wet hair without warning, with a faint voice.

"I know."

Jiang Zijin's back went numb, and the place he touched felt like an electric current flowed down his cheeks to his whole body.

Brat's movements were quick, and before she could even react, the cool gloves touched the skin of her face.

"Did you just take a shower?"

Jiang Zijin's body had a floral scent of shower gel, as well as the sweet scent of blood hidden under that thin layer of skin, which radiated from her body with a hazy warmth.

"I......"

She was stunned, and subconsciously took a step back.

Brat has seen many human races and tasted a lot of blood, but he has never seen someone like Jiang Zijin. Even though there is no trauma on his body, the sweet smell of blood can pass through the skin and linger in the air.

When inhaling the lungs, it seems that the soul is trembling.

It made him feel a little dazed every time he saw Jiang Zijin.

.......

The Grand Duke walked into his private blood bank, where there was a steady supply of fresh human blood, transported down by his level, and then frozen for storage.

Make sure that what he eats is the freshest part.

Vihir walked to the very center of the blood bank.

There is a huge fountain there, except that it is different from ordinary fountains——

What is filled here is not water, but a steady stream of thick blood, and the side of the blood pool is full of coagulated and dried blood.

The air is mixed with the smell of blood.

Visher raised his head slightly, sharp fangs protruded from his lips, and his scarlet pupils were raging with an undisguised bloodthirsty.

He is very hungry.

Hunger burns from stomach to heart.

It's like there are thousands of ants crawling and wriggling on the body.

Dry, itchy throat.

From the moment he inhaled the drop of Jiang Zijin's blood, he was in a strange state of hunger.

Before coming here, he had already consumed [-] milliliters of fresh human blood, even so, the heart-burning hunger still did not subside by half.

Every cell in his body was screaming for blood frantically.

Not this tasteless blood.

But another, sweet, special taste.

——It was Jiang Zijin's blood.

The fangs on his lips bulged, and the flat self-restraint maintained on Vihir's face gradually began to crack. He scooped up the blood in the fountain, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down, but he couldn't be satisfied like drinking poison to quench his thirst.

The tall and strong man leaned over the pool of blood, the veins on his forehead, neck, and forearms were throbbing.

Scarlet blood trickled down the corner of his mouth, like a vicious and cold poisonous snake, his eyes filled with violent desire.

He wanted Jiang Zijin's blood.

——Author’s words——

After comprehensive consideration, I still don't write some plots, after all, there are still many readers who can't accept it.

Thank you [um~hum~woo] for the reward of Baogengshuahua, hahaha this is the first time for the stupid author to see such a big gift, so excited.

There are also other little cuties who help me read the advertisements, hey, I will try to write more.