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

But Mu Luan was in a hurry to leave. The pain in his chest was becoming more and more obvious. The longer he stayed here, the more dangerous it would be.

So she said, "I didn't come here to save you. I just don't want to watch a living person die in the mouth of Qiongqi. Go away, leave Youming Inn, this is not a good place."

Jun Zhao's Adam's apple moved and he pursed his pale lips.

She actually wants to let me go?

Doesn’t this young lady know that there is a price to pay for lighting the lamp of life and death?

He glanced at the table not far behind her, then lowered his eyes to look at her and said, "My dear, don't you know the price of lighting a sky lantern?"

Mu Luan repeated doubtfully: "Price?"

Suddenly remembering the things she had just seen in the inner room, Mu Luan's face turned pale.

Could it be that Jun Zhao and she were left here...

Jun Zhao could read something from the woman's face, which turned red and white. It seemed that she had thought of it.

But why does she look so reluctant? Isn't she attracted by my appearance?

You are willing to risk your reputation and light the lamp of life and death, either for appearance or for power, otherwise why would you save him?

Mu Luan looked at Jun Zhao with a very alert look in her eyes. She still held a glimmer of hope in her heart and asked, "What's the price?"

Jun Zhao took a step forward, his eyes full of seriousness, and said calmly: "Serve the noble, mandarin ducks play with pillows, fish and water pleasure."

If Mu Luan didn't know that he had never experienced sexual desire, she would have thought he was an expert in love affairs because of his indifferent expression.

Mu Luan's mind seemed to be struck by a bolt from the blue, and she refused without hesitation: "No, I don't need you to serve me."

She said it firmly without any hesitation, as if she was thinking of something bad, and her petite body trembled slightly.

Before her death, her second brother committed suicide in front of her eyes, and she was shot to death innocently. The general's mansion suffered an injustice that no one could clear from then on. With all kinds of emotions, Mu Luan once again experienced the helplessness of life.

She stared at the innocent-looking man in front of her with red eyes filled with tears.

She pinched her knuckles hard into her palms and told herself, Mu Luan, you have to calm down, calm down.

Jun Zhao looked at those watery eyes, clear drops of water flowed across the corners of the eyes and then hid under the light purple veil.

For some reason, I felt a strange discomfort in my heart, and I unconsciously raised my hand and reached towards the tear mark.

By the time he reacted, his hand had already reached out to her, but was slapped away by the woman.

"Don't touch me," Mu Luan covered his heart and breathed hard.

She felt a sharp pain in her chest like a knife cutting into it, and without caring about Jun Zhao who was still staring at her, she turned around to untie the porcelain bottle from her waist.

It was obviously not a knot, but Mu Luan couldn't untie it with her trembling hands. Suddenly, a black shadow appeared in front of her.

When Mu Luan raised her eyes tremblingly, she saw Jun Zhao's tall figure sinking.

He squatted in front of her and used her hands to untie the colorful rope. In just a moment, the small porcelain bottle fell into his large, bony palm.

He half-knelt, raised his head, and offered the porcelain bottle in his hand. Without a trace of timidity in his eyes, he said, "Is this what you want, my lord?"

The orange light softened his angular outline, and at this moment, he inexplicably seemed gentle.

Mu Luan looked at him blankly, stretched out her hand and swept it across his palm, took the porcelain bottle and passed it over him, muttering softly, "Thank you."

She hurriedly poured out the painkillers in the porcelain bottle. Fortunately, the porcelain bottle contained painkillers today.

There were all kinds of drinks and snacks on the table, but Mu Luan didn't dare to eat them easily. She tilted her head back and swallowed the medicine.

However, she didn't expect that the food got stuck in her throat because she swallowed it in such a hurry. She clenched her fists and lowered her chest, hoping that it would go into her stomach obediently, but it turned out to be the opposite.

At this time, an arm stretched out. Mu Luan frowned and looked over, and saw Jun Zhao handing her a glass of water.

As if he could see the caution in her eyes, Jun Zhao explained at the right time: "It's clean."

Mu Luan took the cup hesitantly. His throat was really blocked and uncomfortable. He drank the glass of water with uneasiness.

Just one cup was not enough, so Jun Zhao helped to pour a few more cups, and then Mu Luan felt that the pill had slid down her esophagus.

She couldn't help showing a happy expression, her eyebrows curved, and she habitually said, "Thank you."

Jun Zhao looked at the woman stroking her chest with one hand and breathing slightly, and suddenly lost interest in killing.

Why bother with this stupid woman who almost choked to death on a pill?

Even if the pills didn't kill her, her old illness would soon take her life.

When I met her on the long street that day, I accidentally felt her half-dead pulse. It was really a rare disease.

Well, considering that she lit the life and death lamp today, I will keep her life for the time being.

Mu Luan's attention was completely on the stuck pill, and she didn't notice Jun Zhao's changed expression at all.

After a while, although I swallowed the pill, it didn't take effect so quickly.

The pain reminded her of her desperate situation. She raised her eyes and asked seriously, "Does it have to be like that before we can get out?"

"What kind?"

Jun Zhao continued her question, knowing clearly what she was asking but still pretending to be confused.

Mu Luan's cheeks flushed as she was stared at by the man's serious eyes. She gritted her teeth and said angrily, "It's just... mandarin ducks playing with pillows, and having sex."

Jun Zhao suddenly realized and said, "I just remembered that I only need to stay in this room for a quarter of an hour before I can leave."

"You..." Mu Luan was furious, glaring at him, wishing she could slap him.

But after Jun Zhao replied, he quickly lowered his eyes, looking pitiful as if he had done something wrong.

Thinking back, it was because she was too anxious and did not ask clearly that she made a fool of herself. It could not be entirely blamed on him.

Mu Luan sighed helplessly and sat down at the table. She would never enter the inner room no matter what. This was the only place that was relatively clean at the moment.

A quarter of an hour should pass quickly. There was no timer in the room, so Mu Luan could only count the hours silently in his heart.

She tried hard to ignore the very noticeable figure behind her, and stroked her chest, thinking that every day with Jun Zhao was like a year.

With her back to him, Mu Luan was afraid that he would suddenly stab her in the back, so she could only turn around and face him.

He still kept his eyes down, looking like he was ready to be ordered at any time.

Mu Luan suddenly felt upset again, and asked with a slight pursed lip: "After I leave, will the people here still embarrass you?"

Jun Zhao slowly raised his eyes and said calmly: "No."

Mu Luan nodded, "That's good, you will be free from today onwards."

Jun Zhao's dark eyes were gloomy, an idea was brewing in his mind, and before he could confirm it again and again, he blurted out: "Can you take me away? I'm willing to do anything!"

Mu Luan opened her mouth slightly, stunned for a moment, but soon her eyes regained calm.

In this life, she doesn't want to have anything to do with Jun Zhao anymore. Saving his life has already been the most she can do, and she can't give anything more.