The villain bosses in quick time travel are sick and delicate

Jiang Zhuo heard the words, stared at Lance with a pair of moist eyes, and pulled his lips after a while: "Stop joking, I don't want it."

"Then let's prove it?" Lance looked back at him straight.

"How to prove?" Jiang Zhuo hesitated slightly.

Lance put his hands on the back of his neck, pulled him down, put his lips against his ear, and said something in a low voice.

The more Jiang Zhuo listened, the more confused the fingers supporting Lance's abdominal muscles became, his whole body was slightly hot, and he gritted his teeth after realizing that something was wrong with him.

Finally bit the bullet and agreed, and confirmed: "If I don't, you will never interfere with me again?"

Lance nodded indifferently: "And vice versa, you have to fulfill your promise."

"...Okay, then it's settled." Jiang Zhuo thought for a while and agreed in a low voice, and got off Lance.

Afterwards, Lance did what he said and did not move him any further. The two slept on the same bed, Jiang Zhuo closed his eyes, and muttered in his heart: Endure this week, endure this week.

After this week, Lance can no longer control him.

Jiang Zhuo habitually turned his back to Lance, rubbed his cheek against the soft pillow, curled up to sleep.

However, within a few minutes of closing his eyes, he felt the young man next to him close to his back, put his hands on his waist, and his lips seemed to brush against the back of his neck.

Like a small piece of feather, the fluff at the tip brushes by.

Jiang Zhuo was unprepared and shrank suddenly.

He frowned and said, "Didn't you agree not to do it for a few days?"

Lance hummed lightly, and kissed his earlobe again, "I just said don't do it."

Jiang Zhuo immediately had question marks on his face.

He began to think seriously about the deal that Lance told him just now.

——If he doesn't do it this week, and he doesn't want to, then Lance is not allowed to control him in the future, and he can no longer force him to do it anytime and anywhere.

But if he succumbed and opened his mouth, he would have to be slaughtered by Lance in the future. He would do what Lance said, and had to...

Thinking of the posture just now, Jiang Zhuo pursed his lips tightly, if he loses, he can still take the initiative in that posture...

and so.

As long as he has some self-control, it is impossible for him to speak on his own initiative.

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhuo felt his sensitive back of the neck being rubbed against the other's soft cheek.

The touch was so soft that he couldn't help but tremble.

Jiang Zhuo decisively moved away and said, "Don't touch me again, I want to sleep."

But I didn't expect Lance to say indifferently: "What does it have to do with me touching you when you sleep?"

Jiang Zhuo was taken aback, and blurted out: "Why is it okay? You will disturb my sleep."

"How to interfere. It's just a touch, and I haven't done anything excessive."

Lance wrapped his hands around his waist from behind, and his fingers lightly touched the skin under the thin clothing.

Jiang Zhuo bit his lips more and more, and continued to move away persistently, "Go away, I will feel uncomfortable."

"Uncomfortable..." Lance was thoughtful, leaned towards him accommodatingly, and suddenly touched his fingers, "Is this kind of discomfort?"

Jiang Zhuo suddenly exploded silently: "!"

He has seen through it now, that Lance's deal was intentionally tricked at him.

I said that I can not do it this week, but I didn't say that I should put an end to all skin contact this week.

Jiang Zhuo gritted his little tiger teeth, and just about to say it was unfair, he heard Lance's understatement tone: "Didn't you say you don't want to?"

Jiang Zhuo muffled: "I don't want it."

"Then what's the matter with this bad reaction now?" As he spoke, Lance touched him lightly again.

In the darkness, Jiang Zhuo's earlobe instantly turned red.

He said angrily: "Who is so teased that his mind is as calm as water."

Lance paused when he heard this, "So, you mean, whoever touches you like this will do it to you?"

Jiang Zhuo said in a low voice angrily: "Otherwise."

This answer made Lance narrow his cold phoenix eyes.

"Are you sure?" Lance said after a while.

Jiang Zhuo intuitively felt that Lance who said this was a bit dangerous, although the tone was as cold as usual.

He couldn't help hesitating.

"If someone else touched you like this..." Lance's voice rang in his ears again.

Jiang Zhuo inexplicably followed his words and began to imagine.

In fact, he used to hate being touched by others very much. He had a eccentric personality and was out of gregariousness. What he did most every day was to beat all those who offended him into obedience with his fists.

Afterwards, even if this broken system is bound, what I went to at the beginning was nothing more than some small stand-alone copies.

He also rarely has physical contact with other people.

Who would have thought that later, not only would there be physical contact, but also...

Thinking of this, Jiang Zhuo couldn't help shaking his fingers, he really couldn't imagine that he encountered so many perverts along the way.

Each one forces his worldview to shatter and then reshape.

But even so, even if he didn't recognize Ciyan, or his soul consciousness, he wouldn't have that kind of disgust in his bones.

As for others...

Jiang Zhuo frowned and tried to imagine, but he couldn't imagine it at all. He just assumed a little bit, and he felt extremely nauseated.

"Baby, have you figured it out?" Lance's low magnetic and hoarse voice reached the eardrum in good time.

Jiang Zhuo tensed his nerves unconsciously when he heard the words, he was not good at lying and said in a low voice: "I don't like it."

"Ok?"

Jiang Zhuo, who was wrapped in the arms of the young man, was almost inaudible and unwilling to say: "I don't like being touched by others, it's fine."

Lance was silent for a moment after listening.

He made people turn around to face him, the candlelight had already been extinguished, and in the thick darkness, even the outline of the boy could hardly be seen clearly.

However, Lance pursed the corners of his beautiful lips in a good mood, and gently massaged the young man's soft chin with rare strength.

Jiang Zhuo ruthlessly patted his hand away: "But you can't care about me that much."

"Yeah." Lance smiled, and responded lightly, "Then now,"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Zhuo said: "Sleep now."

—He didn't want to do what he wanted.

"it is good."

Before he turned his back to him again, Lance grabbed his waist, grabbed his chin, opened Jiang Zhuo's lips and teeth, and invaded with his tongue.

They didn't stop until both of them were out of breath and withdrew.

In the darkness, he stared at the ignorant boy with his long and narrow eyes, with a malicious taste: "Then this week, we will not do it, and the transaction will continue."

Jiang Zhuo was puzzled, but agreed.

He's not someone who thinks about it every day anyway, he has a lot to do.

And if it succeeds, Lance will no longer restrict him, which is the best of both worlds.

Development is always far beyond Jiang Zhuo's expectations.

Afterwards, he was indeed locked in this unknown darkroom by Lance. The darkroom is well-equipped, and Lance will bring him meals on time to ensure that

his normal life.

This Jiang Zhuo has no objection.

Except for the iron chain on his wrist to remind him, everything else is the same as when he retreated to draw.

It was almost like a house arrest with the consent of the parties involved.

But what is shameful is that during this period, Lance did not wear ordinary clothes for him, only a thin long nightgown, all of light solid color, the collar was slightly tightened at the neck, and there was a small ring around the neck. Ruffles, cuffs too.

It is convenient for Lance to lift it up to his waist, exposing his legs.

It's like being imprisoned here anytime, anywhere to suffer...

Jiang Zhuo was furious.

On the first day, Lance finished his official duties early and came to the darkroom. Even though he saw him painting, he couldn't help but hug him up and press him on the bed for a deep kiss.

It's useless to resist.

Not only that, but while kissing, he poked his fingers in from under the hem of the nightgown, and moved upward along the skin.

"Grow your hair long," Lance whispered to him after the kiss, "I want to dress you up like a doll."

"You're sick." Jiang Zhuo blurted out from the kiss, his lips were bright red and slightly swollen, and he blurted out without thinking.

Lance didn't care about his confrontation, he only slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and gently pressed down again.

Without denying it, Lance gently rubbed Jiang Zhuo's tender earlobe with one hand, feeling the slight trembling of the boy under him: "Well, so grow your hair long and be my doll."

"..." Jiang Zhuo pursed his lips tightly.

He found it impossible to communicate with this person on certain matters.

In terms of his attire, Lance will only make decisions for him according to his own preferences...

After being teased on the bed for a long time, there is no place in his body that is not numb, except that Lance did not really move him, and there is no place in his body that has not been repeatedly played with.

But fortunately, within the range he can bear.

He won't bow his head and give in to Lance because of such teasing...

Lance lowered his eyes, seeing the young man's faint expression of determination, he took the time to say:

"Honey, it's only the first day."

Jiang Zhuo looked at him: "What about the first day. Anyway, Lord Duke, you have to do what you say."

"of course."

The words "Master Duke" made Lance's eyes darken a bit. He licked his lips and continued to press and kiss him.

Afterwards, the two ate and lived together in the dark room. Lance only kissed him, or rubbed his body with his fingers, and they would barely stop after teasing each other until they gasped.

Often Jiang Zhuo needs to lie down on the bed to rest for a period of time to calm down, but as long as Lance is out of such a short distance, his slightly disturbed expression can return to calm.

A few days later, Jiang Zhuo was entangled unbearably, as long as Lance touched him a little, even if he touched his cheek and the side of his neck very gently, he would tremble reflexively.

He was vaguely disturbed by the change.

Finally, it's the last day of the agreed week, and if you survive today, you will be able to get rid of Lance's control.

Originally thought that today Lance would be like usual, starting to pester him from the morning, but after waking up, Jiang Zhuo found that his side was already empty.

It wasn't until night that Lance paced into the dark room.

Jiang Zhuo just finished painting, he stretched his waist, a little bit of physical tears stained his thick eyelashes, he was a little happy, looking forward to the end of this week.

When Lance gently hugged him from the chair to the bed, Jiang Zhuo was also lazy, no longer struggling.

Even happily accepted Lance's kiss.

His slender neck was slightly raised, and Lance's fingers stretched from the back of his neck to the collarbone, tearing off the collar of his nightgown.

The fingers in white gloves slid across his shoulders, causing Jiang Zhuo to tremble.

Then, Lance withdrew from his mouth lightly, turned him over, and seemed to take something out of the pocket of his military uniform.

Then, his eyes were suddenly covered with thin silk, and his mouth was covered with a handkerchief lingering in a cold and light fragrance.