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

Jun Zhao stared at the spot of blood under her lips, and with the help of his fingertips, he pried open her pearly teeth and pushed the black ball into her delicate lips.

Mu Luan thought that no matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't beat Jun Zhao's strength, so she simply swallowed the meatball.

But when Jun Zhao was about to withdraw, his sharp teeth bit his cold white fingers hard.

Jun Zhao seemed to be unaware of the pain and let her bite him, while his other hand was still gently stroking her waist.

It seemed to be trying to soothe the frightened kitten, but it also seemed to have other meanings.

Mu Luan was so ruthless that he thought that even if they couldn't die together, he would make him suffer some physical pain.

Just as she was reacting to the impulse, the rich sweetness in her mouth gradually brought her back to her senses.

Not a bitter medicinal taste.

Sweet?

The taste of powdered sugar is just without the minty scent and sour taste.

Just a hint of sweetness.

It's sugar!

Mu Luan loosened her teeth in a daze, and the taste in her mouth became fishy-sweet.

She stared blankly at Jun Zhao's red fingers.

Blood beads can be clearly seen seeping out from every depression in the skin.

Jun Zhao was indeed indifferent to her own flesh. At this moment, not only did he not feel the slightest bit of pain, but he even smiled contentedly and asked slowly in her ear, "Is it sweet?"

Mu Luan broke free from his restraints and glared at him with red eyes, "Not sweet at all!"

She wanted to spit out the candy in her mouth with disgust, and a dark color surged in Jun Zhao's dark eyes.

He pinched her chin with his cold white fingertips, leaned over and kissed her with deep affection.

With a roll of his tongue, the candy went into his territory, and the next moment, it swept into Mu Luan's mouth with irresistible momentum.

The faint smell of blood entangled on the tips of each other's tongues, and was finally covered by a surging sweetness.

Mu Luan smelled the familiar smell of alcohol.

It’s peach blossom wine.

It smells the same as the lingering aroma of wine in the room.

Jun Zhao drank?

As if he noticed that Mu Luan's struggle had weakened, he pinched her slender waist and lifted it up.

Mu Luan's consciousness was immediately hooked away, and her snow-white feet had nowhere to put. She struggled and explored for a moment, then stepped on his black leather boots without any hesitation.

Jun Zhao easily embraced the soft waist and leaned over to create a charming curve.

A tiny piece of candy was consumed bit by bit as the objects pushed and passed against each other.

After a long time, Mu Luan could no longer hold on and fell limp in his arms.

Jun Zhao then withdrew from the invaded territory, but did not leave. He pressed against her red lips and carefully traced her.

Mu Luan caught a breath of fresh air, and his stuffy chest suddenly opened up, and the pent-up breath was instantly swept away.

She was powerless to resist the touch of the light peck on her lips, so she could only turn her head and hide in his arms to calm her rapid breathing.

Jun Zhao's chest was heaving, and his usually calm aura now became disordered and chaotic.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the man who was holding her in his arms, with a gentle curve at the corner of his mouth.

The arms around her slender waist tightened, and his thin lips kissed her soft black hair.

Mu Luan leaned her whole body in his arms until the restless breath in her body calmed down and her misty eyes became clear and then turned cold.

She didn't know how many more times she could handle such calculated jokes.

Jun Zhao always gets tired sometimes.

When the joke becomes reality, how many chances does she have to escape the fate of being controlled?

She smiled bitterly, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled the dull breath.

Jun Zhao was the most easy to talk to at this time. Mu Luan's eyes turned and she softened her voice helplessly and said, "Jun Zhao, this world is not just about scheming and plundering, dominating and being dominated.

I saved you because I didn't want to see a life die in front of me.

If I were your prey, the next time you were immersed in the game of life and death.

I don't think I can be blessed by fate and survive safely.

Will you be satisfied then?"

The charm in Jun Zhao's eyes gradually disappeared. His dark eyes turned cold and his fingertips slid across her soft black hair.

"I set the rules. I control the life and death of the young lady. As long as the young lady behaves well, nothing will happen."

He had predicted all the outcomes and would not allow any mistakes to occur on the road ahead.

Mu Luan knew that the more they were in confrontation, the more they couldn't confront him head-on.

Only if she softened her attitude would Jun Zhao put away the thorns on his body and relax his desire to control.

Her ambiguous gaze fell on her wrist. She raised one hand, and the gauze coat slid down her delicate skin, revealing a hideous wound.

She took a deep breath and sighed, "People feel pain before they die, it really hurts.

When the blood coagulates and the body becomes cold, the pain will gradually disappear. "

Jun Zhao suddenly recalled that bizarre nightmare, and the feeling of loss and hollowness in his heart once again overwhelmed him.

His throat was itchy and dry, so he swallowed and forced the surging blood down.

He lowered his eyes, looked at the faint red mark, raised his hand and gently stroked it.

"You didn't use the medicine I gave you!"

He spoke in a firm tone, staring at her beautiful face reproachfully, his eyes dark and gloomy.

Mu Luan's eyelashes moved slightly, "Keep it," keep it as a lesson.

Jun Zhao looked away, lowered his head and rested it on her shoulder, deeply feeling her warm body temperature.

It seemed that only with confirmation could he firmly believe that the coldness in his arms was just a dream.

When a person is awake, the scenes in the dream should be vague.

As time goes by, it becomes more and more unclear.

But to his surprise, he was able to recall every detail more and more clearly.

I even dreamed about the subsequent plot, the cold secret room, the coffin with an icy blue glow, and the person in the coffin...

He couldn't see the person in the coffin clearly, but he could somehow see a figure floating in the air.

She was dressed in red with her back to him, and he reached out to touch her.

But only grasping a dissipating nothingness.

He didn't know why he had such a strange dream.

But every time he woke up, he felt as lost as a person who didn't know how to get home, and he couldn't let it go for a long time.

I'd better not scare little girls anymore. It's not fun at all!

He reached out and grasped the crisscrossing scar, rubbing its size with his fingertips, and uttered a word in a low voice, "Ugly!"

Mu Luan's body stiffened, and she blatantly rolled her eyes at the man who wanted to press half of his body on her.

He is so nosy that he even cares about the scars on other people's bodies.

Don't even think about who left this scar.

Jun Zhao didn't get a response, so he held her lower back and gave her a cold kiss on the neck.

Mu Luan straightened her neck, enduring the tingling and trembling on her skin.

The breath on his neck felt itchy and cold. His breathing was at a tricky angle, and every time he changed his breathing, the coolness would go in through his collar.

Mu Luan instinctively turned her head to avoid him, struggled, and raised her hands to push him away from her chest.

"Uh!"