The villain bosses in quick time travel are sick and delicate

Lance gently lifted Jiang Zhuo's chin and kissed his soft lips.

Feeling the boy's struggle, Lance lowered his eyelashes calmly, and said in a low voice, "If you move again, I don't mind tying you up."

Jiang Zhuo paused when he heard this, and gritted his teeth: "..."

Does he mind?

Originally, he wanted to find an opportunity to escape and run away, but Jiang Zhuo suddenly remembered the side mission of collecting soul consciousness that he broke the system before, and pursed his lips hesitantly.

Raising his moist blue eyes, he stared at Lance steadfastly, Jiang Zhuo looked away uncomfortably for a long while, and whispered uncomfortably, "So, what are you going to do now?"

I also know that there is nothing good about it.

But this kind, blue sky and bright day?

Jiang Zhuo subconsciously glanced at the end of this quiet and luxurious corridor.

Bright skylight penetrated through the huge semicircular lattice window, reflecting a small piece of light and shadow high on the long dark red carpet.

Lance wouldn't want to do something at this time, this place, would he?

Jiang Zhuo's slender and thick eyelashes blinked slightly, and his graceful Adam's apple moved up and down, rejecting it in his heart.

But the wishes of the young man in front of him obviously ran counter to his.

"What do I want to do...you will know." Lance leaned over, narrowed his phoenix eyes with a slight smile, and said softly.

Then, the slender fingers slowly massaged the side of the boy's thin and tender neck, and came to the collar of the golden Lolita dress on the boy's body.

Both sides of the collar were fastened by a small pearl button, revealing only a tiny piece of fair skin.

Lance untied it with one hand.

The tip of the young man's beautiful collarbone was exposed, and his skin seemed to be a little tighter because of tension.

"Lance...I still have something to do." Jiang Zhuo was more and more trapped in the corner by him, the youth's icy breath invaded the whole body, and the uncomfortable tension made Jiang Zhuo uneasy.

"Liar." Lance narrowed his eyes almost invisibly.

Then, he slowly pulled up the hem of the boy's skirt, his bony hands poked in from the hem of the skirt, and gently pulled off the boy's pure white stockings.

In the end, Jiang Zhuo's things were all moved to his bedroom by Lance.

As for Katia in the court at the moment, she fell into a huge panic of remorse.

She originally thought that Lance had lost interest in that pariah, but she didn't expect that in just one day, all the commoners who had taken care of Shi Nai were sold into slavery.

And she has been under house arrest in her own palace for several days, no matter who she asks for help, she has not received a response.

She has never been so clearly aware of the power of Lance, the huge royal family is already a hollow shell, and has no right to speak at all.

After delaying the news of the execution of Cliff and the etiquette teacher back then, Katia cried out on the spot, not knowing what was waiting for her.

Finally, after dozens of days of psychological torture, Lance mercifully sent someone to Katia's palace.

That subordinate brought a girl who looked exactly like Katia.

This time it was a complete replacement of Katia.

No one in the court paid any heed to the screams of the real Katia, and she was dragged out.

Lance's meaning is easy to understand, an eye for an eye, an eye for an eye.

Since she dared to bully the child he raised, let her have a taste of the lowest level.

Princess Katia has been extremely spoiled since she was a child, and there are countless incidents where she hurt or executed her attendants when she was angry.

She prides herself on her noble status, and she hates the people at the bottom, seeing them like rats crossing the street.

But Lance finally demoted her to a commoner.

Katia was dispatched to the most backward country, wearing the kind of gray and old rags most common among peasant women, because she was good-looking, and the passing men whistled obscenely at her.

Katia had never been humiliated before, and her face turned blue with anger.

Although the person who brought her here arranged for her a dilapidated thatched hut, there was nothing in it except a bed.

No food, no quilt, not even a drop of water.

— At first Katia didn't notice anything wrong, she cursed everyone viciously, but later, she was hungry and thirsty, just in the night when the storm came, the broken house kept leaking, and the cold wind was blowing wildly.

— At night, Katia wished she could die.

But she didn't have the courage.

She didn't know that since Shi Nai's parents died when he was a child, and he was brought to his aunt's house, he has been living such a miserable life without clothes and food.

On the third day, Katia finally couldn't bear it and went out to ask for help, but it was unknown whether it was because of her attitude or Lance sent someone to order, but those people all refused to help her.

Even if a few people agreed to give her food, they still asked her to do the work, such as picking manure, farming and washing the cowshed, how could Katia do it.She was furious, but could only curse feebly.

Finally, some of the men who had whistled at her earlier approached and asked her if she would sell herself in exchange for food.

Katia was humiliated to the extreme, and she cursed and refused in disgust, but at night, she couldn't bear it anymore, so she had to go back to those men again.

Because if she was destined to have only these two ways of making a living, she would never choose the one that required suffering.

Jiang Zhuo's daily life is also another kind of dire straits.

After his graduation painting won the top prize, he became a sought-after painter among the nobles, and the salary for a painting was astonishingly high.

Now he only needs to paint each painting carefully, and he no longer has to worry about food, clothing, housing and transportation.

However, there is another thing to worry about is Lance's bad taste.

Lance has not allowed him to wear normal clothes until now, and he is especially keen on wearing various skirts for him.

Now, as soon as Jiang Zhuo heard Lance's voice, his heart couldn't stop trembling.

Although it is not repulsive, but Lance seems to have no waves and desires on the surface, but in fact he is so demanding, Jiang Zhuo really can't stand it.

He was biting the delicious little potato chips, but it was like chewing wax, with a slight melancholy and thoughtfulness between his brows.

Because of sleeping together, it is easy for the other party to misfire if the other party teases a little at night, and it is even more difficult to resist in the morning.

Who can stand this going on.

But what really prompted Jiang Zhuo to have the idea of ​​running away was what happened that night.

When Lance came back from the outside, it happened that Jiang Zhuo had just finished taking a bath, and was lazily reading a book wrapped in a pure white bathrobe on the bed. Lance glanced at it, and it was a book of philosophy.

The retro brown book cover, with a slightly ancient atmosphere, against the white fingers of the young man, made Lance close his eyes involuntarily.

And the young man's slender legs dangling unsuspectingly made people's blood surge slightly. Lance licked his lips behind him.

Because he had just returned, Lance hadn't had time to change his clothes yet, and he was still wearing a neat military uniform. The pure black military uniform outlined his perfect figure.

The tassels hanging from the shoulders were golden under the warm light, the hands were wearing spotless white gloves, and the calf wrapped in military boots had a perfect curve.

The amazing young man walked towards the bed.

Jiang Zhuo, who had no other distraction, was seriously reading a book, and his calf, which was shaking unconsciously, was suddenly grabbed by his ankle.

The opponent's fingers are separated by a thin layer of cloth.

It can be felt that the texture of the fabric is excellent, but even if it is the best, there will still be a grinding feeling different from human skin.

What's more, after the man held one of his ankles, his fingertips were still gently rubbing against the skin of his ankle bone.

Jiang Zhuo's mind left the book immediately, followed by numbness that spread rapidly from the ankle bone.

He trembled almost imperceptibly, and looking back, it was indeed Lance.

Jiang Zhuo said: "Let go."

Hearing this, Lance let go of his ankle, easily turned him over, and pressed him on the bed, his voice was low, "Let go? Who are you talking to?"

— After a period of conditioned reflex, Jiang Zhuo could hear what this slightly hoarse voice meant, and he was a little afraid to say anything.

It's not because I'm afraid of being beaten, but because I'm afraid...

Jiang Zhuo gritted his little tiger teeth, and immediately followed suit: "Uncle. I'm talking to uncle."

He was lying on the bed face to face, facing Lance's handsome and cold face above him, forcibly bending his pure blue eyes.

The voice is still so soft.

On the contrary, this moved Lance even more.

So, Lance, who was in full military uniform, just bent down and pressed down...

Afterwards, Lance was still neatly dressed, wearing a military uniform as if he had done nothing wrong, only Jiang Zhuo was left in a mess.

And the book has long been thrown under the bed by someone.

After finally recovering, Jiang Zhuo decided to find a way to escape from this ghostly place.

He was suppressed every day, and his various freedoms were restricted.

No haircuts, no skirts, no friends, no going home too late or late at night, and no sleeping apart from that bastard.

This day is really impossible.

A few days later, Lance needs to go out for a while to attend to business.

And Jiang Zhuo also happened to receive an invitation letter from an art school, hoping to hire him as a teacher in the past.

That art school is in a city far from here.

It's a good place to stay.

So after Lance went out for a day, Jiang Zhuo packed his things and went out. Before leaving, he didn't forget to leave a note, which said: Uncle, I'm going to have a good time, don't disturb.

The first thing he did when he left was to cut his hair, change his clothes, and take the rumbling train to the city. Jiang Zhuo was warmly received by the school as soon as he got off the train.

Someone took him to the hotel where he was staying.

The first day without Lance's entanglement was very pleasant.

He had a rare full night's sleep, and then had dinner with the school.

The other party was probably surprised that he was a... boy.

"It's been rumored that you're a girl." The school representative said.

Jiang Zhuo now has neat short blond hair, a delicate young face is exposed, and a pair of blue eyes are like the purest snow water.

"The rumors are wrong." He smiled.

Finally able to dress up normally, Jiang Zhuo was in a good mood, and immediately left Lance behind, and then officially went to the school to teach painting.

Unknowingly, a week passed, and Jiang Zhuo became the most popular teacher in the school because of his amazing appearance and painting skills.

In the evening, he finished his class as usual and went back to the hotel along the path.

The path was dark and the night wind was slightly cool. Jiang Zhuo felt the cold behind him for no reason as he walked. He paused, and when he found that there was no one beside him, he frowned and continued walking.

After returning to the hotel smoothly and opening the door to enter, Jiang Zhuo finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The room was pitch black, and just as he was about to turn around and light the kerosene lamp, someone pushed him from behind, and pressed against the door firmly without any gaps.