The villain bosses in quick time travel are sick and delicate

Jiang Zhuo didn't quite understand.

In the next second, he was crushed under that invisible existence.

The other party pressed his hands and used his knees to push him away gently.

The silk suspenders were slightly below the hips by a centimeter. At this moment, the other party lifted them at will, revealing a large area of ​​the back.

The cold air instantly licked his skin, Jiang Zhuo knelt down, bit his lip and trembled.

Then, Jiang Zhuo could feel the slender fingers lift up the sling, and slowly caress his thigh.

Jiang Zhuo couldn't help tensing up for an instant, and followed the opponent's crisp pressing action to the climax.

The other party caressed from the waist, and patted his buttocks lightly with the palm of his hand, while licking his sensitive ear canal with the tip of his tongue, his voice was low and ambiguous: "Before, did I call you brother?"

Jiang Zhuo trembled, turned his back to him, gritted his teeth and did not answer.

Then, the other party's jade-like cold fingers passed between his two thighs from behind, with the palm facing upwards, touching.

Jiang Zhuo propped his hands on the snow-white space floor, clenched his fingertips, and couldn't help but put his legs together.

"Do you still want to hear it now, brother?" The man let out a low laugh and pulled his legs away without any resistance.

Then his hands went up, touching Jiang Zhuo's undulating chest, and then bit the slender back of his neck.

Jiang Zhuo felt a slight pain, subconsciously shrank, and moved his body forward, trying to avoid the coming storm.

But he was grabbed by the other party and hugged behind him. The man's soft cheeks pressed against his bare back, rubbed against him and said:

"Hide what, huh? Don't forget, you are mine."

The small, snow-colored space is like an exquisite cage, and Jiang Zhuo can even hear the echo of his trembling panting in it, echoing lewdly in his ears.Consciousness has become chaotic.

I can't bite my fingers anymore.

Sometimes it feels like the person on my body is Ci Yan, and sometimes it feels like the three soul consciousnesses... as if there is only one person around me, and it seems that the soul consciousnesses I have collected are all around me.

Messy and chaotic, bizarre.

Only the physical kisses and the constant aggression felt incredibly real.

In the end, Jiang Zhuo fell into a drowsy dream, and after an unknown period of time, he finally woke up.

The goal is a yellowed ceiling.

Jiang Zhuo's consciousness was still a little messy, he sat up, propped his forehead and glanced around, only to suddenly realize that he had returned to reality.

In his vague memory, when he was bound by the broken system, he seemed to be taking a nap.

And here is my room in the orphanage.

He has grown up here since he was a child.

But now, he was dead. He was supposed to leave the orphanage that day, but he was bound by the broken system.

Unexpectedly, after returning, the time is still at this moment, no more, no less.

Jiang Zhuo was still a little dazed, he got off the bed, but his legs suddenly softened, and he could barely stand on the small table.

As if something remained.

Jiang Zhuo stood still for two seconds, then drew the curtains, locked the door, took off his clothes, and looked at the small full-length mirror in the small room.

His body was covered with ambiguous red marks, bite marks, and some places were slightly red and swollen.

Jiang Zhuo completely forgot to breathe for a moment.

A second ago, he thought it was all a dream, but now he was slapped in the face by the speed of light.

And this time, he was given his original body by the real body of soul consciousness.

This is completely different from before.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door eagerly and called his name outside, Jiang Zhuo was in a state of confusion, so he could only put on his clothes as soon as possible to cover the marks on his neck tightly.

Then he opened the door, and it was his friend from the orphanage.

The other party looked joyful: "Brother Zhuo, your admission letter has arrived! You did well in the exam."

Jiang Zhuo was startled, and then opened his lips, "Really? Where?"

The friend led him to the office of the director of the orphanage, knocked on the door and entered.

The dean, who was originally mean and indifferent to him, now smiled amiably and boasted:

"Jiang Zhuo, you did very well in the exam this time, you won honor for our place, not bad."

Jiang Zhuo hummed when he heard the words, neither humble nor overbearing.

After finally dealing with the dean, Jiang Zhuo took back his notice and looked at the name of the highest school on it, as if it had been a lifetime.

However, the most important thing now is not to sit here in a daze, but to clean up the remaining traces on the body.

The orphanage is a public bathhouse. It must be brightly lit at this time, and those red marks will be clearly visible.

Jiang Zhuo thought about it, and spent money to go to a nearby single bathroom. In a small space of less than two square meters, there was a half-wall mirror.

In the mirror, from the side of the neck to the shoulders, from the collarbone to the chest, there are little red marks.

The lower abdomen was also unavoidable, and what's more, there were several bright red bite marks on the skin under the lower back and on the inside of the two knees up.

It was simply telling him in disguise how chaotic the situation was.

He was reminded all the time that his body in reality was also being fucked.

Jiang Zhuo had a headache, and the more he looked at it, the more uncomfortable he became.

He turned on the shower head and let the hot water wet his hair and let it flow down.

A few days later, he completely moved out of the orphanage, said goodbye to his friends, and took the train to the city where the school was located with his little savings.

Although there is a part of the tuition fee reduction, he still has to take advantage of the summer to earn tuition and living expenses. After all, in reality, he has no broken system, no points, no props, and no money—too real.

However, because he broke the system, he also learned a lot of core skills.

Such as painting, programming, and acting, so it is relatively easy to make money.

After one summer vacation, he had a savings of over [-] yuan.

He drew about two paintings, compiled a few small programs, and sold tens of thousands of them on the Internet. Then he started a live broadcast, where he only showed his hands and explained while painting.

Because of the hard core technology, he quickly gained a large number of fans, and earned a lot of money by tipping every month.

Soon, school will start.

During the two months of summer vacation, "that guy" did not appear again, maybe the previous time in the strange space was the last time.

Jiang Zhuo was inexplicable, he reported the report according to the procedure, and found his dormitory again.

It is a room for two people.

The roommate hasn't come yet.

After tidying up, he went to the opening ceremony alone.

Surrounded by excited and anticipating freshmen, Jiang Zhuo is not excited, even a little bored, even though he is also a freshman.

Listening to the principal's speech, the teacher's speech, and the senior's speech, Jiang Zhuo couldn't help but yawned several times in a low voice, and finally came to the final stage where the freshman representative gave a speech.

Section.

Jiang Zhuo was thinking about liberation soon, when he heard girls whispering excitedly beside him:

"Here we come, I heard that our freshman representatives are super handsome!"

"Really? How handsome? What type?!"

"Not sure, I just took a sneak peek in the background, wait and see."

Jiang Zhuo wasn't interested, he didn't even raise his eyes, and was about to squint for a while.

But on the stage, there was the sound of steady footsteps, it seemed that the freshman representative came up, followed by the unanimous gasp of the audience.

Someone around asked in amazement: "Is this a fairy? How can someone be so beautiful?!"

"I didn't say that, the proportions of this figure are not picky at all, I'm almost drooling."

"I'm already bleeding, okay? The black suit male god is so easy to lick."

Their low voices couldn't hide their heartfelt amazement.

Jiang Zhuo raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, he couldn't help being aroused a little curiously, he opened his eyes, and then raised his head.

The tall, fair-skinned boy who looked like a mixed race on the stage lowered his eyes slightly at that moment, his deep eyes were hidden by thick eyelashes, and he slightly opened his lips.

"Hi everyone, I am the freshman representative this time, Zhuang Bai."

The clear and cold voice passed through the microphone, like a cool breeze, instantly spread throughout the auditorium.

Even Jiang Zhuo, who didn't control his voice, felt that his heartstrings were strongly plucked by this voice.

Not to mention others.

When Zhuang Bo gave a speech, almost the entire auditorium fell into an extremely focused silence, and the boy's indifferent and unique voice hit the ear curtains repeatedly.

Both boys and girls blushed when they heard it.

It's just a pity that the speech was not long and ended soon.

— A bunch of freshmen couldn't help but poked their heads towards the backstage one after another, wanting to strike up a conversation and asking for Zhuang Bai's contact information.

But none succeeded.

Of course, Jiang Zhuo didn't know about this, because his live broadcast time is coming up soon.

After finishing lunch quickly, he carried his drawing board, found a coffee shop that provided free internet, and sat down in a secluded corner, surrounded by green plants.

Jiang Zhuo pressed the broadcast button, and soon, fans who had been waiting for a long time rushed in and released white barrage.

Because he was named Fei, the anchor name was simply Jz, so those fans called him Jz Da Da.

After a while, the number of people in the live broadcast room exceeded [-].

Jiang Zhuo glanced at it, hooked his lips, and began to draw with peace of mind.

But he hadn't decided on the theme yet, at first he just sketched it casually, and then somehow, he unconsciously drew Zhuang Bai's deep mixed-race eyebrows and eyes.

After noticing this, Jiang Zhuo pursed his lips in surprise, wanting to tear off the paper and draw other things again.

But as soon as he raised his hand, he saw a reminder of a treasure box with a reward of [-] floating on the bullet screen, and then other bullet screens also started to swipe the screen like crazy.

Jiang Zhuo was stunned for a moment.

This, so much money?

I saw the big guy lightly posting a barrage and said: "Can I continue to draw?"

Jiang Zhuo replied: "...Sorry, this involves other people's portrait rights, so it's not convenient to draw."

The big guy stopped talking.

But the barrage suddenly exploded one by one

【etc!I know who the person in the picture is!It's the new male god from the prestigious school next door! ! ! 】

[Famous school male god? ! Is it possible that Jz is from the same school? ? ? 】

[Aooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow? !I seem to have hit something! 】

Jiang Zhuo looked at it, stunned slightly, and explained in a low voice: "No, everyone misunderstood, I just think the proportions are perfect, but let's change to another painting."

After speaking, he tore off the sketch and put it aside.

And at the same time.

In the empty and clean dormitory for two in the school, there was a cold and handsome boy, leaning slightly on the edge of the desk, with dark eyes, looking at the beautiful and slender fingertips that were only exposed on the computer screen.

Hearing the other party's low voice again, the boy bent his jade-like cold fingers, and touched his bright red lips with great interest.