Just when she wanted to look back at Song Wenjing beside her, she was met with a pair of dark eyes without any warmth.

Obviously nothing happened between her and Song Wenjing, but when she met such a pair of cold eyes, she felt her heart tremble inexplicably.

The dress she was wearing was thin and if it got wet by rain, she would be impolite in front of others.

Mu Luan suppressed his emotions and walked towards the pavilion without further delay.

Behind him, Song Wenjing's face was already wet with rain. Looking at the guards in front of him who were escorting Mu Luan away, he felt a little dissatisfied.

You can’t bring two more umbrellas!

The jade fan in his hand opened again with a swish, and he held it above his head, then raised his foot and followed.

Jun Zhao tilted the umbrella towards Mu Luan, exposing half of his shoulder to the rain.

Although not far from the pavilion, Mu Luan felt the air beside him was getting colder and colder.

I don’t know if it’s because of the changing weather, but the atmosphere under the umbrella is becoming increasingly oppressive and depressing.

By the time the three of them arrived at the pavilion, the servants in the mansion had already brought them umbrellas.

Mu Qingyu also hurried over from a distance.

He returned to his own yard and stayed there for a while, still thinking about his elder brother's unusual behavior in the flower hall.

I was still wondering if I had said something wrong.

But my father and mother are open-minded people, and there is only one daughter in the family, so there is no special restriction on whether the elder brother or the youngest sister should marry first.

It is naturally a good thing that Yaoyao has someone she likes.

Prince Jing is a good candidate for a husband in terms of both appearance and status.

But he just couldn't understand why his elder brother suddenly became furious.

Is it because you can’t bear to let go?

Considering how much big brother cares about Yaoyao, this is indeed possible.

Mu Qingyu pondered for a long time and finally comforted himself.

He decided not to dwell on it and went out to look for Mu Luan.

But when he was halfway there, the sky suddenly turned gloomy, so he went back to ask his servant for an umbrella, and then hurried over.

Mu Luan had an umbrella to protect herself, so she didn't get wet much, only the hem of her skirt was a little wet.

But Song Wenjing was not so lucky. His navy blue robe was almost completely wet, and rain was still dripping from the corners of the robe.

His hair was wet and he looked a little disheveled.

Mu Qingyu hurriedly ordered the servants to boil ginger tea, and then brought a dry towel and handed it to Song Wenjing.

"Prince Jing, could you please move to my courtyard and change into clean clothes to avoid catching a cold?"

Song Wenjing took it humbly, wiped the water droplets off his face, and nodded, "Okay."

As he spoke, he looked up to see Mu Luan's situation, but apart from Mu Qingyu and a few servants, there was no sign of Mu Luan.

He looked into the distance and just caught a glimpse of a lavender figure disappearing around the corner of the corridor.

Mu Qingyu followed his gaze and didn't see anything, but she knew he was looking for Yaoyao.

His eyes moved and he explained, "Yaoyao was also a little wet. I was afraid of being impolite, so I asked her to go downstairs and change her clothes first."

Song Wenjing didn't take it seriously, with a hint of worry in his eyes, and said, "What's the point of being impolite? Just don't catch a cold."

At the corner of the corridor, Mu Luan was almost dragged forward by Jun Zhao.

She twisted her wrist, trying to free herself from his grasp.

But he suddenly stopped and stretched his arm forward. Mu Luan was startled and fell uncontrollably into his arms.

Jun Zhao calmly let go of her wrist, put his arm around her waist, and picked her up.

The series of actions were quick and smooth, and by the time Mu Luan reacted, he had already carried her through another corridor.

Mu Luan's pupils shrank suddenly, and she raised her head against his chest and called out in a low voice: "Mu Feng, what are you doing?"

If he held her like this in broad daylight and she met the servants, she wouldn't be able to explain herself.

He was apparently fine when I brought him peaches today, but now he was so cold as if he wanted to eat me.

Jun Zhao didn't move at all, he just kept moving, but he suddenly tightened his grip on her waist.

Mu Luan's breathing stagnated, and she couldn't help but frowned slightly, staring at his cold pale jaw, and lowered her voice and said: "Jun Zhao!"

The soft voice with a hint of anger was so attractive that Jun Zhao finally lowered his eyes to look at her.

Just when Mu Luan thought that the hostility between his eyebrows had eased a little, the man just glanced at her and then looked away without any reluctance.

Mu Luan bit her lips tightly with her teeth, suppressed her inner uneasiness, and tilted her head to look outside.

But she found that Jun Zhao did not send her back to Shaoguangyuan, but went to his residence.

Jun Zhao kicked the door open with his long legs, walked straight into the inner room, and put the person on his bed.

As soon as Mu Luan got free, he stood up without hesitation and ran out.

A bad premonition has been lingering in my heart, and Jun Zhao is not suitable for a good conversation now.

But just as he raised his foot and took two steps outside, his wrist was pulled back by a strong force, and his body fell onto the bed unexpectedly.

The next moment, a dark figure came over her, and the light, which was already dim, became even dimmer.

Outside, the heavy rain was pouring down with the howling hurricane, hitting the roof hard, making crackling sounds and covering up the silence in the room.

From the pavilion to the courtyard, neither of them held an umbrella, and their wet bodies pressed tightly together.

Jun Zhao's dark eyes fell quietly on her, but in his eyes there were surging waves that were invisible.

He never thought that so many people would miss this sweet and soft scent.

He thought that this beauty would belong to him sooner or later.

He liked watching the prey walk step by step into the trap, and finally beg him with a desperate and helpless look.

But he forgot that those traps included his own and others'.

The black hair on Mu Luan's temples was wet and stuck to her rosy cheeks, which were as delicate as peach blossoms.

One of her hands was held in Jun Zhao's palm, and the other hand was holding Jun Zhao's collar without any threat, pressing against his chest.

Mu Luan frowned and stared at him with complicated eyes.

The weight on her body made her tense all over, and she even unconsciously suppressed her breathing, and she dared not move rashly.

She was afraid that she would upset the current balance and summon the lustful beast.

She was not unconscious at this time, and he was also very clear-headed.

But Mu Luan felt that this up and down posture was full of a long-lost sense of familiarity and oppression.

Her heart was beating like a drum, and her water-stained curled eyelashes kept trembling. She tentatively softened her voice and said, "I... I'm cold."

But as soon as he spoke, Mu Luan regretted it.

Jun Zhao looked at her with deep eyes, then lowered his gaze to her bright red lips, and said in a voice with a hint of ambiguity: "Miss, you are so popular!"

Then, while Mu Luan was looking confused, he slowly stood up.

He slowly took off his rain-soaked clothes in front of her.

The white inner garment was taken off, revealing the strong abdominal muscles. The waist and abdominal lines were exquisitely beautiful without any trace of fat.

The remaining raindrops slowly flowed down along the clear muscle lines.

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