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

Chapter 123

A familiar green wood scent lingered over, and Mu Luan's mind suddenly tensed up.

The darkness suddenly intruded upon her vision, and she couldn't see the expression on the man's face at all.

She huddled against the thick wall with no room for retreat, alert to the imperceptible breath of the man in front of her.

I just felt a suffocating sense of danger surrounding my body.

"Jun Zhao!"

Mu Luan couldn't stand the breathtaking silence in the darkness, and forced her already dizzy head to stay awake.

Jun Zhao's dark and hot gaze stayed on her without blinking.

The darkness in his eyes was even thicker than the night.

The man didn't say anything, but Mu Luan could still feel the breath between them, and she became more and more uneasy.

Her eyelashes fluttered, and she tentatively called out again: "Jun...hiss!"

Just as she opened her mouth, she didn't expect that the fangs lurking in the night would suddenly attack Mu Luan's soft lips.

He bit her lips, twisting them with his teeth neither too hard nor too lightly.

It seemed like a punishment, but also like he was just enjoying himself, acting recklessly and recklessly.

A tingling pain instantly spread to the nerve endings.

Mu Luan gasped and licked her painful lips.

Unexpectedly, like a frightened kitten, he swept across Jun Zhao's slightly cold thin lips without any attack power.

At that moment, both of them were stunned for a moment.

"pain……"

Mu Luan whimpered softly and slapped the man's chest hard with both hands.

Jun Zhao was silent for a long while, then slowly loosened his teeth, raised his hand and pressed against the stone wall behind Mu Luan, trapping him between himself and the rockery.

His voice was cold and he asked, "Where did you go tonight, young lady?"

Mu Luan stroked her lips that were bitten.

It seemed that he thought Jun Zhao was just like him and couldn't see each other's expressions clearly.

So he glared at him angrily and said unhappily, "Where else can we go? Of course, the Imperial Censorate."

Jun Zhao took in the little girl's angry expression and sneered, "Miss, your mouth is really deceiving. It seems that it still doesn't hurt enough."

Seeing the vague outline approaching above her head, Mu Luan hurriedly covered her fragile lips and said spinelessly: "I went out with A Yin...

Jun Zhao's eyes flashed with anger, and he repeated solemnly, "Where did you go?"

Mu Luan's small body couldn't help but tremble.

The madman wouldn't bite her and ask about her whereabouts today for no reason.

He must have discovered something, which is why he is bullying others so blatantly!

The pain on her lips seemed to be warning her that if she said one more word, the consequences would be unbearable for her.

But she didn't understand why he looked like he was catching someone cheating while she was visiting a brothel?

Mu Luan didn't dare to let go of her hand, and only said in a low voice: "I went to the flower house to listen to a little song."

Jun Zhao was silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled and said, "Young lady, isn't your reputation the most important thing? You refused to take me as your lover, but you have the leisure to visit brothels and listen to music."

Mu Luan showed displeasure, "Reputation is important, but if everyone can keep themselves clean, there is no need for brothels to exist.

It’s just that this world has many restrictions and prejudices against women, and the appreciation of both the refined and the popular is bound to be criticized.”

Ayin is right. Men can have three wives and four concubines, but why do women have to stick to the rules?

Jun Zhao looked at the eloquent Mu Luan, and the smile in his eyes faded.

He never cared about how the outside world would evaluate his embarrassing and shameful identity.

He has always been a rule maker, not a rule follower.

Conventional prejudices are hard to break, but clever behavior must be punished severely.

Jun Zhao leaned forward slowly, narrowed his eyes, and whispered, "Miss, have you already chosen someone?"

A warm breath swept across her ear, and Mu Luan immediately dodged to the other side, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

Subconsciously, he argued, "No, I just heard that the courtesan at Hexiang Pavilion is an excellent zither player, which is refreshing, so I went to listen to a song out of curiosity."

"So what do you think of his playing, young lady?"

Mu Luan recalled the leisurely tune and said pertinently: "He is indeed a rare talent in the art of playing the zither. No wonder he can have so many guests crowding around Hexiang Pavilion. Fortunately, Ayin and I brought some extra silver..."

"Did the young lady reward him?"

"No, I just found a good viewing spot where I could fully appreciate his talent..."

As Mu Luan spoke, he unconsciously let down his guard, loosened his lips, and murmured softly, "It's the first time I see a man with fluttering silver hair."

"Silver hair fluttering?"

Jun Zhao slowly rolled out these four words between his lips and teeth, with an unknown haze looming in his eyes.

"Miss, who do you think is better at playing the piano, his or my piano skills?"

The closer I got, the more I could smell her faint sweet fragrance. In his dark and cold eyes, as cold as a prison, was locked the whispering girl.

"Naturally..."

Mu Luan was caught off guard and didn't expect Jun Zhao to ask this question. When she reacted, her heart skipped a beat.

Is he suspicious of her again?

Thinking about the recent period, Jun Zhao's attention has been on her too often.

Is he still on guard against me all the time?

On second thought, Jun Zhao's plan was so careful and meticulous that it was outrageous.

How could one develop a sense of trust in each other just by spending some time together?

She quickly stopped talking and pretended to be calm, "I have never really heard your piano playing, how can I compare?"

Mu Luan's fingertips trembled slightly unconsciously, and Jun Zhao's chest suddenly felt as if it was scratched by a kitten, with a hint of itchiness.

"Didn't the young lady say that she saw me playing the piano in her dream?"

Jun Zhao leaned against the stone wall, tapping his fingers intermittently, and said calmly, "Are you lying to me?"

Mu Luan's eyes moved slightly, and she looked up at the tall man blocking her way.

Although I couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, there were already some blurred edges in my sight.

She said calmly: "The song in the dream is really good."

It's just that there's more murderous spirit and less human touch.

Jun Zhao stared at her with his eyes narrowed slightly, and asked, "Who plays better, him or me?"

Mu Luan's mind was in turmoil, and she always felt that there was a hidden trap in these words.

In terms of status, it is inappropriate for him, a prince, to be compared with the courtesan in a brothel.

As for preferences, Jun Zhao rarely revealed his preferences in his previous life.

Playing the piano was the most gentle way of dealing with himself that she had ever seen in him.

I have to say that Jun Zhao's piano skills are truly praiseworthy.

If we really compare their musical skills, he and Bai Qingchen might be on par with each other.

Jun Zhao was silent for a moment, looked at her thoughtful eyes, and sneered.

He nodded in understanding, "I understand what you mean, young lady."

The hands that were supporting the stone wall loosened little by little, and he turned around and was about to leave.

Mu Luan was very familiar with the cold aura that person carried.

Holding back the fear in her heart, she grabbed his clothes tightly around his waist without hesitation and asked anxiously, "Where are you going?"