The villain bosses in quick time travel are sick and delicate

Jiang Zhuo froze for a second, then quickly elbowed the person behind him, but was easily restrained.

The other party held his wrists with both hands, and pressed them against the cold door, and the low magnetic and ascetic voice penetrated into the ear curtains: "Little princess, have you played enough?" In the darkness, the young man's deep voice was like a powerful crow's feather , scratching the tip of the ear, Jiang Zhuo couldn't help rolling his Adam's apple: "Lance." "It's me."

"..." Jiang Zhuo choked for a moment.

He has only had a few days of happy life.

"Have you cut your hair?" Lance freed one hand, from the boy's earlobe to the soft short hair.

Jiang Zhuo felt a bit guilty for no reason, but it was obviously his hair, and it was his freedom to cut it or not.

Jiang Zhuo was thinking like this, but Lance's fingers behind him came to his collar again, and touched him from top to bottom.

"The clothes have also been changed." Lance said.

"...Hmm." Jiang Zhuo replied even more uncomfortably.

"Bold?" Lance leaned forward even more, pinching his chin.

The cold breath approached and lingered around, as if enveloping every inch of his body.

Jiang Zhuo couldn't help biting the corner of his lips, and after being resisted more seamlessly, he said: "Lance, you have no right to control me so much."

"I don't have the right?" Lance squeezed his chin harder when he heard this, "Then who has it?"

Jiang Zhuo pressed his cheek against the cold door, frowned in pain, and whispered dissatisfied, "Of course it's me."

"But you are mine." Lance licked the small hollow behind his earlobe viciously upon hearing this, Jiang Zhuo's whole body held his breath and trembled.

Lance didn't like people looking at him, and he didn't like those eyes that were closely surrounding the boy, which would make him want to goug out the eyes of those people.

But the child in his arms smiled at those people, talked patiently, and taught them how to draw, plus this defection...

It also aroused the dark and ruthless desire for exclusiveness in Lance's heart.

Before Jiang Zhuo could refute again, Lance oppressed him, unbuttoned him one by one with his fingers, took off the boy's jacket and threw it aside.The thin inner lining cannot prevent the intrusion of the heat from the fingertips.

Jiang Zhuo sensed the danger, and hurriedly lowered his voice: "Are you crazy? The sound insulation here is very poor."

"Really." Lance didn't care, "Then baby, you have to be patient."

Jiang Zhuo was taken aback.

Then he reacted, his face flushed slightly, and he tried his best to struggle, but his hands were restrained behind him.

"Lan, Lance, don't... do you really want to do it here?"

Lance didn't answer this question when he heard the words, and only said in a soft voice: "Little princess, you should call me uncle. Also, I will lock you up after I go back."

How dare you cut your hair short and change your skirt...

However, when he saw the boy walking back from the principal's office after morning class, he was startled for a moment.

The girlish "little princess" has blond hair hanging down her waist, cold and delicate like a porcelain doll.

As for the boy who had returned to his normal male attire, his blond hair made him fair and clear, and his shining blue eyes were moist, making him want to stagger even more.

And Jiang Zhuo who heard the words "locked up" was stunned.

Immediately resisting violently, he said in a dissatisfied tone: "Why, it's my freedom to do what I want, you can't lock me up."

Hearing this, Lance smiled lowly, laughing at his overthinking, his voice made Jiang Zhuo slightly weak.

His fingertips ran down the boy's white and soft belly, and Lance gently pressed into the boy's small and sensitive belly button.

He no longer called her Little Princess, but changed to a more ambiguous title, and took the time to say: "Baby, do you know how to have freedom?"

"Do not want to know."

Jiang Zhuo bit the corner of his lips, he couldn't help being rubbed by the young man's fingertips, and after his hands were released, the first thing he did was to break off Lance's hands that were making trouble on his stomach.

But he couldn't move at all, instead he pressed himself closer to Lance's chest behind him during the struggle.

Lance was very satisfied with the closeness, slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and pointed his slender fingers downward, "So, you want to do it directly?"

Jiang Zhuo was stunned, and after understanding the meaning of his words, he immediately retorted: "Who wants it."

The walls here are useless and can't block any sound at all. If it is really here, it will definitely be heard.

But Lance was unmoved at all. In the darkness, he forcefully took him to the big bed in the middle of the room and pressed him down.

Because Jiang Zhuo has a slight obsession with cleanliness, he prepared the sheets and quilts himself.

After Lance approached, he paused and said, "Very fragrant."

He hugged Jiang Zhuo's waist, buried his face in his neck, pulled off Jiang Zhuo's inner sleeve, exposing one shoulder.

Sucking lightly on the skin of the boy's small shoulder, Lance finally felt that the depression and irritability that had accumulated this week because of the boy's absence had an outlet.

He leaned closer to Jiang Zhuo'er and said, "It's as fragrant as you."

Jiang Zhuo's eyelashes twitched, and he felt that his body was gradually getting hot from being teased by Lance, and he couldn't help but secretly scolded himself for being worthless.

But he couldn't resist completely, so he turned his head and said, "Can you not be here, you will really be heard."

"Are you so afraid?" Lance heard the resistance in his voice, and his tone became more and more calm, "Then, baby, you have to be patient and stop crying."

Then, he also took off Jiang Zhuo's shirt.

In fact, he has already sent someone to clear the place, but now it is very useful to scare bad children.

Because after that, the boy could only cover his mouth and sob softly. That appearance really eased his displeasure this week.

A long night passed.

Facts have proved that he still underestimated Lance's words and deeds.

I don't know what Lance and the principal said, but the next day he received an envelope sent by the principal. The content of the letter was roughly that I am very grateful for the previous teaching, and I will not bother you later... and so on Persuade language.

After Lance successfully brought Jiang Zhuo back to the Duke's Mansion, he did not let him go back to his room, but took him to a dark room in the basement of the mansion.

Walking in, there are only exquisite and classical kerosene lamps inside, emitting a faint soft light, and you can see the surrounding environment clearly.

There was only one bed, which looked soft and comfortable.

But in the dark room, there is only such a big bed, which always feels a little weird.

The light of the kerosene lamp swayed suddenly, Jiang Zhuo felt inexplicably uneasy, he took a step back and wanted to go back the same way.

Looking at Lance, he said, "I want to go out."

Lance nodded without stopping him, and took him out again, letting him climb into the previous bed to sleep after taking a bath.

Jiang Zhuo felt relieved.

He obediently tucked in the quilt on his body, he was exhausted after a long day's work, and he fell into a deep sleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

Waking up in a daze at night, he was slightly taken aback when he saw the scene around him.

A long iron chain was tied around his wrist at some point, and the other end was embedded in the wall.

And the person holding him next to him knew who it was without even thinking about it.

"What's wrong?" Lance, who was in a light sleep, opened his eyes, hugged his waist, slightly lifted the corner of his clothes, and kissed Jiang Zhuo's waist naturally.

"Explain?" Jiang Zhuo stared blankly at all this.

"You forgot?" Lance glanced at the strong iron chain, with a faint smile on his lips, "I told you, I will lock you up when I come back."

Jiang Zhuo was even more stunned when he heard the words, "Locked up?"

"Well. You can only stay here for the next week. This is a punishment. If you dare to run in the future, you can be locked up for as long as you run." Lance's melodious and cool voice was low.

Just... just wait for him on the bed.

A trace of darkness and satisfaction flashed through Lance's usually cool eyes. Such dark thoughts have actually existed for a long time.

Lock him up, stay in a place where only you can see, pester him day and night, and keep him from getting out of bed.

Originally, he could barely restrain himself, but because the other party left this time, it was as if some switch was turned on, and he couldn't help doing so.

Jiang Zhuo, who was on the opposite side, had finally digested his words, and his lips parted slightly, unable to recover for a while.

Could it be said: "Are you a pervert?"

This is really just a literal meaning.

If it was Jiang Zhuo from the beginning, he would definitely feel as shocked as if his world view had been shattered and reshaped.

But after experiencing various... perversions of "Ci Yan", he found that his ability to bear had become stronger by more than a little.

But, this pervert actually wants to lock him here for a week?

Jiang Zhuo took some time to calm down.

Under the light and shadow reflected by the flickering candlelight, the young man frowned delicately, as if he was calming down. The delicate contour of his face was especially attractive under the contrast of light and darkness.

Lance looked at him for a while, unable to bear it.

But the boy's appearance made him realize very clearly that he was usually holding a boy.

Very cute boy.

"Have you slept well, do you want to do it?" Lance raised his hand and pinched the back of the boy's slender neck, and said in a low voice.

Jiang Zhuo was still accepting the fact that he was under house arrest, when he suddenly heard Lance's question, he couldn't help pursing his lips in shame.

"I'm going to bed!" he refused.

But the rejection obviously doesn't work.

Lance hugged him easily around his waist.

After Jiang Zhuo took a bath, he changed into a thin long nightgown. At this moment, he subconsciously supported Lance's abdominal muscles, and the nightgown on his body was easily lifted to his waist, and his mind tightened suddenly.

The thin and white legs were separated on both sides of Lance's body.

This kind of upside-down situation is not uncommon, but in the past he was forced to change halfway, and it was the first time he maintained this posture soberly, Jiang Zhuo was inexplicably a little uncomfortable and embarrassed.

It looked like he was actively pestering Lance.

It's too strange.

As if he had seen through his psychological activities, Lance, who was lazily leaning on the pillow behind him, gently embraced him and embraced him in his arms, with his cool thin lips Mo took the tender ears of the young man.

He used an all-too-familiar appellation.

"Little princess, I found that you like to be forced."

Jiang Zhuo was stunned for a few seconds when he heard the words, his heart jumped violently after digesting, and he raised his eyes to look at him violently: "How is it possible."

"How is it impossible?" Lance smiled lightly, seemingly full of endless love, and his scorching breath hit Jiang Zhuo's sensitive auricle, "The appearance of resisting the struggle on the surface, actually wants it very much, doesn't it?"