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

Jun Zhao didn't look at Yin Xin who was standing there stiffly. He took a warm blanket from the couch and covered Mu Luan with it.

Then he methodically took out the medicine from the secret compartment of the carriage and gently untied the light pink handkerchief that was stained red on Mu Luan's hand.

The moment the crisscrossing wounds came into view, Yin was so frightened that he almost screamed out, but fortunately he covered his mouth in time.

Jun Zhao frowned slightly, paused what he was doing, and slowly turned his head to look at her.

With just one glance, Yinxin felt a chill all over his body for no reason. He took a last look at the sleeping young lady, then fearfully lifted the curtain and sat on the shaft of the carriage.

Yun He didn't seem to find it strange to see her come out, he just asked worriedly, "How is Miss?"

Yin Xinhai couldn't come back to his senses and shook his head blankly.

It was unknown whether she was frightened by Jun Zhao or shocked by the wounds on Mu Luan's body, but her eyes suddenly turned red. She wiped her eyes and said, "Let the horse go slower, don't shake the young lady."

Yun He took in her worried look and said nothing, but drove the carriage more carefully.

At this time, the warm blanket in the carriage did not seem to have any immediate effect.

The little girl's delicate body was still shaking from time to time, her breathing was hot, and her body was getting heavier and heavier.

It seemed as if something was dragging her, pulling her into an endless dark abyss.

She groaned in pain, "Mother..."

There was a choking sound of grievance in his voice.

She felt so cold that her limbs were numb, and so hot that her whole body was almost burning.

I didn't know what I was holding in my hand, but I didn't want to be dragged into the vortex of darkness, so I instinctively held on tightly.

Holding that touch of coolness, my body seemed to be lifted up and fell into a warm area.

Jun Zhao lowered his eyes, his eyes as dark as ink, and held the person in his arms with one hand.

Her injured hand tightly grasped his thumb, and her whole body rubbed against his arms as if she had no bones.

It seemed like he was looking for a comfortable place to lean on, but after searching for a long time, he found nothing but hard ground everywhere.

Fortunately, the places where it touched were getting warmer and warmer, and could warm my body.

The veins on Jun Zhao's forehead bulged slowly. Seeing that the person in his arms had settled down, he slowly let out a breath from his stuffy chest.

He reached out and picked up the hanging blanket, then hugged the person tightly through the blanket.

But when his fingertips touched her neck, he paused.

The lantern hanging in the corner was bright orange and yellow, clearly revealing several purple fingerprints on the fair skin.

Jun Zhao's eyes darkened. He raised his hand to lift Mu Luan's chin and stared at the fingerprints on her neck carefully.

However, Mu Luan was already curled up in discomfort, and his movement seemed to relax the heat in her body, rapidly spreading to her limbs and bones.

She squinted her eyes uncomfortably, and dimly saw Jun Zhao's heart-poundingly handsome face.

In my hazy mind, like the wind blowing through the dust of memory, the fragmented images gradually become clear.

"Your Majesty, I am not feeling well. Can I not... not sleep with you today?"

Jun Zhao sat tall in an armchair, tapping the tabletop lightly with his slender fingertips.

There was no trace of pity in those deep eyes.

"come over."

The voice, which was neither emotional nor expressive, pushed Mu Luan's back with an irresistible momentum.

Mu Luan bit her red lips, endured the discomfort of her body, and moved over tremblingly.

Just a few steps away from him, the man suddenly moved and reached out with his long arms.

The slender white wrist was suddenly hooked into the man's arms as if covered with shackles.