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

His voice was a little hoarse, and as he wished, the little girl glared at him with her cheeks puffed out.

Mu Luan herself didn't know that her non-threatening attack power and the lazy charm at the corners of her eyes made people even more excited.

He curled his thin lips and casually approached the snow-white, clean ear.

The slightly hot lips brushed across Mu Luan's ear, and she subconsciously dodged to the side.

But her waist was held in his hand and pressed tightly in his arms.

There was very little room for her to struggle.

Mu Luan could hear his unusual breathing beside her ear.

He stopped moving for a moment and just hugged her tighter and tighter.

After taking two breaths, Jun Zhao suddenly stood up.

Mu Luan was like a conjoined doll, held in his arms.

His sight flickered, and everything in front of him suddenly became pitch black. As his body rose and fell, the wind rustled past his ears.

But in the blink of an eye, there was no one in front of the small couch under the window.

In the dark room, there was only a pair of big round eyes, staring keenly at the afterimage in the distance outside the window, and chirping twice.

After a moment, Mu Luan was pressed into the hard bed, looking at the tent ceiling that looked somewhat familiar.

Just as she realized that they had changed positions, a fierce kiss attacked her lips.

She felt a little breathless and pushed him hard.

But he pressed her tighter and tighter, as if he wanted her to melt into his body.

Finally, she caught her breath and Jun Zhao bent down and bit her neck.

Mu Luan shrank unconsciously, leaned against his shoulder, and called softly, "Don't..."

Jun Zhao was about to use force, but suddenly paused, then stretched out his tongue to lick her lightly, then moved down to bite her collarbone and chest.

He seemed to be addicted to biting, not too lightly or too hard, but it made Mu Luan feel both painful and numb.

Wherever his lips and teeth touched, the clothes were particularly obedient between his slender fingers, and fell off easily as if they were melting in water.

Until Jun Zhao's fingertips lifted her clothes and rested on her heaving heart.

Mu Luan trembled uncontrollably, and a soft moan escaped from her lips unconsciously.

Jun Zhao held her waist with his hands and bent his knees to push her legs apart.

He looked at her appearance. Her soft face seemed to be dyed with the morning glow, with brilliant rays of light, revealing an indescribable beauty and charm.

Jun Zhao crouched down, his voice rarely showing any emotion, and said in a hoarse voice: "There is no rain to block the sound tonight, so Miss, you have to control yourself."

Mu Luan only felt that the body pressed against him was hot and burning. As her watery eyes moved, a very soft cry was instantly swallowed by the man.

The soft white skirt was intertwined with the dark robe and fell beside the couch, intertwining with each other.

Time passed unknowingly, and the bright moonlight hung high in the sky.

Pale light secretly seeped in from the window lattice, faintly illuminating the charming atmosphere on the bed.

Mu Luan thought that this time would be the same as last time, and Jun Zhao would not act recklessly again after the poison was removed.

But when she saw Jun Zhao holding her legs again, a hint of surprise flashed across Mu Luan's slightly drunken peach blossom eyes. She pressed her soft fingertips against his thin waist and abdomen and refused, "That's enough."

Jun Zhao curled his lips and smiled, like a banished immortal who had fallen into the mortal world.

He grabbed her wrist and pressed her down on the couch, then leaned forward and pressed against her, but he resisted the urge to move forward.

His obscure eyes looked into hers, with starlight flowing through them, so beautiful.

He suddenly asked, "Miss, do you like Song Wenjing?"

Mu Luan tightened her body, not daring to move, with a hint of surprise in her eyes.

What kind of problem is this?

Didn't I tell him already?

She was stunned for a moment and didn't answer.

But in Jun Zhao's eyes, it was undoubtedly a tacit agreement.

Mu Luan felt that his body temperature was even hotter than before.

He held her waist tightly with his arms, and Mu Luan said in a hoarse voice: "I don't like him, I don't like him, we are just friends."

"If you're a friend, why did he give you the jade pendant? And you wore it!"

Jun Zhao didn't stop, and tightened his grip a little.

Seeing that the situation was getting worse, Mu Luan's disordered breathing became more and more fluctuating.

She didn't even bother to guess why Jun Zhao cared so much about the jade pendant?

"He said it was a jade pendant for praying for blessings and a birthday gift, so I accepted it."

Mu Luan's voice trembled with anxiety, and she muttered aggrievedly, "Besides, it's already lost..."

Jun Zhao paused.

Birthday gift?

Thinking about the birthday gift I gave her...

It seems that I can't carry it close to my body.

He stroked her slender wrist with his fingertips.

The corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and his dark pupils were less cold and ruthless, and more full of unknown meaning.

"You keep calling him 'Brother Jing'. Do you really have no interest in him?"

Jun Zhao didn't even address herself as "Miss" at this moment. She looked so unbridled and decadent, like a disaster.

But this is his thing, and it should be treated from beginning to end, inside and out, not even a strand of hair should be coveted by others.

The increasingly strong feeling of erosion made Mu Luan uneasy. She shook her head and subconsciously squeezed him.

The next moment, Jun Zhao couldn't help but take a breath.

He lowered his gaze to her lips, lowered his head and kissed her again, burying himself deep inside her.

But during this interval, he whispered in her ear with a threatening tone: "Don't call him 'Brother Jing' from now on!"

After saying that, he bit her earlobe and rubbed it as if punishing her.

Mu Luan snorted softly, and continued to float in the night with his irresistible force.

The next day, dawn broke in the east, and a hint of pink appeared on the horizon, gradually turning into golden yellow and spreading along the horizon.

It was not until noon that Mu Luan opened her hazy eyes.

She stared at the ceiling of the tent for a long time before she came to her senses and found herself in her own room.

Just like the time when Jun Zhao gave her peach blossom cake, when she woke up again, he was gone.

It seemed as if everything that happened last night was just a dream.

Mu Luan couldn't even remember how she fell into a deep sleep last night.

What I remember most clearly is the fierce look of that madman.

The dress she was wearing was intact, but it was not the same one she wore last night.

She moved her body and fortunately she just felt a little sore and weak, not as uncomfortable as she had imagined.

Her palm moved slightly, and she realized that she seemed to be holding something in her hand?

When I picked it up, I found it was a small black round bottle.

There was a small piece of paper attached to the bottle with four small words clearly written on it: Once a day.

once a day?

what?

Mu Luan smelled an unfamiliar medicinal scent for no reason and raised her arm to sniff it.

A faint medicinal fragrance.

It has exactly the same smell as the white lotion in the small round bottle.

She subconsciously lifted up her thin sleeves, revealing dark red of varying shades on her fair arms.

He tugged at his clothes again and couldn't help but gasp.

Wherever she could see her skin, it was covered with messy kiss marks.

Mu Luan realized what he was holding and instinctively threw it aside.