The lady is reborn? The crazy villain kisses her forcefully and won't let go!

The two were speechless for a moment, only their unstable breaths entangled in the air.

Jun Zhao greedily sniffed the soft fragrance on her neck, the corners of his lips curled up, his dark eyes could not see his expression, and he said in a low voice: "Miss, would you consider taking me as your concubine?"

Mu Luan's waist was tightly held by him. Hearing this, her hazy eyes suddenly became much clearer.

Take a prince as your concubine?

Isn't this clearly telling Emperor Xuan that she is planning a rebellion?

She moved her tongue, which was numb and painful, raised her hand to push him away, and sat down on the carved chair, holding onto the column.

After a long pause, he said bluntly: "I don't accept concubines."

When I opened my mouth I realized my voice was a little hoarse and my ears turned red unconsciously.

She pretended to be calm and straightened the wrinkled collar on her chest.

After a while, she looked up at him, stretched out her pink palm, and whispered, "Where are my pills?"

Jun Zhao looked down at her red lips, which were tinged with water. He opened his thin lips slightly and said, "Miss, aren't you afraid of bitterness? What's the point of taking such a bitter pill?"

Mu Luan's outstretched hand almost froze, and her eyes were full of surprise.

"Isn't that a pill for detoxification?"

Jun Zhao curled his lips and uttered two words lightly, "No."

Mu Luan suddenly withdrew her hand, and felt that the comfortable atmosphere around her suddenly became quiet.

She stared at him, her lips tight, "You lied to me!"

"Miss, you are really good at wrongly accusing me. I never said that the pill was an antidote. As for the antidote method, didn't you know it all along?"

Jun Zhao smiled coldly and his voice was very calm.

The broken string in Mu Luan's mind suddenly repaired itself at this moment.

She lowered her brows in despair.

Yes, from the beginning to the end, she was the one who was asking for that bitter pill.

She never asked him whether the pill was an antidote.

Jun Zhao said that last night was the first time to detoxify.

But he didn't touch her, and he survived to this day relying on that bitter pill.

Anyone would mistakenly think that pill was the antidote.

He was so smart that he must have seen through her intentions long ago.

He is clearly a wolf, but like a hunter, he disguises himself as an ignorant little lamb.

"So what exactly did you feed me last night?"

Mu Luan held a sullen breath in her heart and looked at Jun Zhao silently.

He should have been watching her like a joke, putting aside her dignity and catering to and pleasing him step by step in order to survive.

He lured her into the trap he had set, tricked her into going around in circles, and then looked down on her as a plaything with the face of a victor.

Jun Zhao didn't like her cold look at the moment, the smile in his eyes faded, and he said lightly: "Calming and sleeping pills."

Mu Luan's eyes dimmed for a moment, but soon returned to normal.

Thankfully, he didn't poison himself.

If you think about it carefully, it's not entirely his fault.

It was because I had too high hopes for him that I was led by him.

Jun Zhao was full of calculations, and they were destined to go in two directions.

She can't keep hanging on the same tree in her past and present lives. She has to find other ways out.

Mu Luan slowly stood up and looked into those dark eyes calmly, "How many times do I need to be detoxified?"

Jun Zhao's dark eyes seemed to see through her thoughts, and fell on her with a heavy, majestic aura.

Mu Luan felt a little nervous and explained, "It's always easier to feel at ease knowing what's going on."

Jun Zhao's eyes deepened, and his eyes were fixed on Mu Luan.

He was greedy for her scent and wanted to take her body and her heart. Everything was going according to plan.

Given her current situation, if she gets married, the only blatant admirer around her will be Song Wenjing.

The marriage of a prince would certainly be a grand affair, and it would take at least a month from the proposal to the wedding.

And she only has three days at most.

If she wants to survive and preserve her reputation, he, a man who cannot stand the light of day, is the best choice.

But from then on, she absolutely gave up the idea of ​​marrying anyone else, neither Song Wenjing nor Mu Luoheng.

She could only live with him obediently in the dark world.

Jun Zhao was already confident of victory, but when he spoke, his clear and light voice did not sound unusual, "Three times."

After one time, she will be his, so it’s okay to just tell her the truth.

Mu Luan nodded in understanding and confirmed again: "After three times, the remaining poison can be completely eliminated?"

Jun Zhao said "hmm" neither lightly nor heavily.

He stared at her flawless face, thought for a moment, and then asked, "Miss, do you want to stay here, in Shaoguang Courtyard, or outside the mansion?"

Mu Luan was slightly startled. After realizing what he meant, she felt uncomfortable for a moment and said calmly, "Let me think about it."

Jun Zhao looked at her for a while, then suddenly smiled, "Then I'll wait for you, Miss, but you don't have much time."

Mu Luan walked out of the courtyard and clenched her sweaty palms.

Although he seemed calm, his heart was actually beating like a drum.

Another three days passed. She never thought that she would dislike the number "three" so much.

She didn't want to be entangled with Jun Zhao, so she should avoid him in this life.

Anyone can detoxify her except Jun Zhao!

If I lose my virginity to someone else, the worst that can happen is that I won't marry in this life.

If I lose my virginity to Jun Zhao, my life or death may be in danger.

Mu Luan returned to Shaoguangyuan, and Yinxin was still busy cleaning up.

Thinking that there was not much time left, she did not hesitate, went into the house to change her clothes, went to her mother's house, and then took a carriage out of the house.

A quarter of an hour later, the carriage slowly stopped in front of the Censorate's Mansion.

When Shen Yin received the message from the gatekeeper, he thought there was something wrong with his ears, and hurried to the gate of the mansion in two steps.

"Yaoyao, why are you here?"

Shen Yin took Mu Luan's hand and led her to her yard.

Mu Luan didn't say much, just said: "I was bored at home, so I wanted to come and talk to you."

Shen Yin grinned and said, "It's rare that your mother is willing to let you go out."

Shen Yin's yard is fresh and elegant, with an atmosphere of tranquility everywhere, which is very different from her carefree personality.

As soon as she entered the room, Mu Luan felt Shen Yin's boldness.

There were four or five sets of men's clothing scattered on a long table in the room.

There was another set left on the hanger, as if it had been put back in a hurry.

"This is..." Mu Luan stood there in shock, her eyes constantly wandering over those flashy men's clothes.

Shen Yin raised her hand and made a silence gesture to her lips, then she leaned outside to take a look and quickly closed the door.

Pulling Mu Luan to sit on a chair beside him, he complained in a low voice: "You don't know how strict my father has been in the past few months. I have almost become a lady who never leaves the house."

Mu Luan pulled the corner of her mouth awkwardly, "Aren't you just a lady in the boudoir?"

"Anyone can be a lady in the boudoir who wants to be one. There is no freedom at all," Shen Yin said, holding one side of her cheek in frustration.

Mu Luan smiled helplessly, pointed at the clothes on the table and said, "But where are you going?"

Shen Yin's eyes lit up, her lips moved, and she said, "Flower House."