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

Mu Luan looked at the pale-faced man on the bed and asked him softly, "How is he?"

Yingqi stood straight and said meticulously: "The master's injury has stopped."

Mu Luan's eyelashes moved, and her gaze fell on the thick gauze on Jun Zhao's chest.

The temperature in the secret room is no hotter than outside, and there is a slight chill in the air.

He glanced at the thin blanket beside him and hesitated for a moment.

Mu Luan picked it up and gently covered him with it, staring at his cold pale face for a long time.

During the days when I hadn't seen him, scars of varying sizes appeared on his body.

Some of them have just scabbed over...

The new wound on his chest was the most shocking.

Mu Luan glanced at the hemostatic cloth beside the couch and felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

I wonder how much blood a little madman like this will have to shed before he can reach the position that belongs to him.

But is it really that important for him to be the powerful regent?

Mu Luan stared for a long time.

It was not until Yingqi cleaned up the house and prepared to leave that Mu Luan came back to his senses and said, "I should go now. You take good care of him."

Yingqi's back stiffened for a moment, and he just stood there in a daze, not saying anything.

He felt that he might not be able to make the decision on this matter.

Yingqi is Jun Zhao's man, so he should be the one taking care of Jun Zhao.

Mu Luan didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

Just as I was about to stand up, my wrist was suddenly grabbed by a hand from under the thin blanket.

The cool touch clinging to the warm skin, Mu Luan shuddered and suddenly turned her head to look.

"Don't leave."

Jun Zhao half-closed his eyes, and a low, hoarse, and weak voice came out from his slightly moving thin lips.

Mu Luan thought he was awake.

But after a moment, those dark eyes closed again.

His breathing was shallow, but the grip on his wrist remained undiminished.

Mu Luan waited, but Jun Zhao didn't speak again.

Try to remove his fingers one by one.

His fingers were extremely long and bony, and they were tightly wrapped around like a pair of shackles, with no keyhole to be found.

It is not known whether he is unconscious or awake.

"Jun Zhao!"

Mu Luan called him tentatively, but the man did not respond.

She argued for a long time and finally gave up.

Suddenly thinking of something, she raised her eyes to look at Yingqi and asked in a low voice: "He can't rest well like this, why don't you come and help..." Help?

There was no trace of Yingqi in the stone chamber.

Mu Luan looked over and saw Ying Qi had already walked out of the door.

The next moment, the stone door slowly closed and gradually merged with the wall.

Mu Luan: “…”

Isn’t Jun Zhao his master? Why is he leaving now?

Don't care?

She was still a little slow to react, and murmured, "As expected, like master, like subordinate. He is so quiet and cold, he really deserves a beating!"

Outside the stone gate, Yingqi moved his sore neck, wondering why his master did this?

You've clearly woken up a long time ago, why are you pretending to be unconscious?

It shouldn’t be for the purpose of keeping the girl inside!

Yingqi frowned and immediately rejected the idea.

The master has always disdained women. That girl must be hiding some secret, and the master is trying to outsmart her.

Yes, that must be the case!

He touched his chin, recalling the girl's expression when she first saw him.

If a normal person saw him suddenly appear, he would be terrified and then stay away.

But she seemed to know me. She was only surprised for a moment, and then she grabbed a life-saving straw and said, "Come and help him. He is seriously injured and bleeding!"

Yingqi rubbed his temples, thinking that he might be overthinking.

How could she, a girl raised in the boudoir, know the shadow guard walking in the darkness?

In the stone chamber, Mu Luan looked at the quiet atmosphere without any fear, only the helplessness of being powerless.

He shook his wrist, and Jun Zhao's hands also shook left and right.

There is no possibility of loosening.

Fearing that his wound would split, she only moved slightly and did not use any force.

Just now, when Yingqi was treating and bandaging Jun Zhao's wounds, Mu Luan had been guarding beside him.

He was seriously injured and should have a good rest.

But how can she get a good rest if I keep pulling her like this?

Besides, it was almost dawn and she should go back.

Mu Luan rubbed her sore eyes, looked at Jun Zhao and said kindly: "You need to rest, I can't help you here..."

"Cough cough cough..."

Hearing Jun Zhao's suppressed cough, Mu Luan quickly stopped talking, frowned, and moved closer.

"How are you?"

I wanted to help him breathe more smoothly, but I saw his lips moving together, and he uttered a word weakly from his throat, "It hurts."

Jun Zhao stared into her eyes. His voice was soft, but Mu Luan heard it clearly.

She touched his shoulder gently, her brows furrowing a little deeper, "Does it hurt? I'll help you get that person back."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was about to move away when the force on his wrist suddenly pulled back without warning.

Mu Luan suddenly pounced on Jun Zhao. When she was about to touch his wound, her heart tightened and she couldn't help but scream out in surprise.

At the critical moment, she shifted her body weight inward, and in a flash, Jun Zhao lay on his side and held her tightly in his arms.

Mu Luan was stunned for a moment, and immediately a surge of anger surged in her heart, "Are you crazy? Aren't you afraid that the wound will split open?"

Jun Zhao coughed, stroked the black hair on the back of her head and pressed it closer to her chest, and said in a hoarse voice: "It won't hurt this way."

Mu Luan's forehead twitched slightly, and she was silent for a moment as she looked at his tense jawline.

Jun Zhao narrowed his eyes, looked at the fluffy hair, and breathed a sigh of relief.

A sweet and soft fragrance wafted up, and the bloody smell around him instantly faded a lot. He closed his eyes in satisfaction.

Mu Luan froze for a long time, feeling that she might have gone crazy at this moment for actually feeling sorry for his injuries.

He bullied her and kidnapped her, so she should just break free and let his injuries continue to get worse.

Mu Luan thought this angrily, but did nothing.

Looking at the wound so close to him, I finally lost my temper.

Since I couldn't take a hard approach, I could only choose my words carefully and talk to him properly.

But before Mu Luan could speak, Jun Zhao started talking on his own.

"Miss, come and talk to me."

Mu Luan bargained: "I will talk to you, but you have to let me go back."

She waited for a while, but didn't hear Jun Zhao's response, so she acquiesced: "I'll take it as your consent."

Jun Zhao did not respond to her words. He wrapped the thin blanket around them and covered them with it. He said, "I just had a dream."

Mu Luan couldn't see his expression, her eyes turned slightly, she was surprised that he would say this to her.

When Yingqi was treating his injuries, his brows were furrowed and his whole body was trembling.

Just like the nightmares I often had at night in my previous life.

Every time this happened, he would hold her tightly in his arms, with the strength in his arms so strong that it seemed as if he wanted to break her in his dreams.