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

"By the way," Mu Luan specifically instructed, "Ask the housekeeper to find something for Jiang Yanyun and her son to do, so that they don't have to hang around idle recently. Also, send more people to find the burial place of Qiao Fugui."

Yun He accepted the order and said, "Yes, I will go right away!"

Since Jiang Yanyun intends to push the Mu family to the forefront, Mu Luan doesn't mind adding fuel to the fire behind the scenes.

At night, Mu Luan had his vegetarian meal and went to bed early.

There was a warm yellow light on at the head of the bed, making the scene dim.

She was thinking about something and tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

He had no choice but to put on his clothes, get on the bed, sit down at the desk, and take out the secret letter from his sleeve.

He stared coldly at the last few lines on the letter.

I didn’t find any information about the Black Corpse Pill!

Mu Luan couldn't help feeling distressed. If there was still no news about the Black Corpse Pill, she could only hope that Qiao Fugui's body could be found as soon as possible.

She placed the letter on the table and lifted up the lampshade, the orange flame hissing and swaying.

The slender white knuckles twisted the corner of the letter, and just as the flame was about to lick the paper.

Suddenly, a dull gurgling sound came from outside the window, and then the guard outside the door shouted in a low voice: "Who?"

Mu Luan was startled and subconsciously retracted her hand.

Tilting his head to look outside, he saw two guards swaying on the door, and then they gradually went away, apparently they were going to investigate.

"Fah... um," Mu Luan just wanted to ask what happened outside the door when his mouth and nose were instantly covered by a big hand.

The biting coldness instantly hit Mu Luan, and she couldn't help but shiver.

The secret letter in his hand fell off in panic.

She suddenly opened her eyes wide, subconsciously grabbed the big hand with both hands, and struggled desperately to get free.

But the person behind her seemed to be born with supernatural powers. His strong and thin arms crossed over her soft chest and easily clamped her in his arms.

Mu Luan seemed to be wearing a cold outer robe. She was so frightened that she was trembling all over. When she thought her life was in danger, a deep and magnetic voice sounded in her ears, "Don't make a sound!"

This familiar voice...

It turned out to be Jun Zhao!

A heavy, hot breath brushed behind her ears. Mu Luan couldn't help but turn her head away, swallowed quietly, and nodded obediently.

Jun Zhao didn't expect this woman to appear in his room.

I just saw a guard at the door and thought that the person from the palace had found out.

If that's the case, everyone here tonight should die!

But when he sneaked into the room, he was surprised to see a familiar and beautiful figure.

She was about to turn around at that time, and it was too late for her to hide. By the time her body reacted, she had already hugged the person.

Familiar smell, familiar vibrato.

Why is it her again?

The tip of his nose was filled with the light and soft fragrance of the woman, a smell that was incompatible with the smell of blood on his body. It was sweet but not cloying.

Her body was so delicate and soft, and she curled up completely in his arms, which didn't seem out of place at all.

Tsk, so this is a woman’s body!

Seeing that she had already nodded in agreement, but the person behind her still didn't let go, Mu Luan moved her lips slightly and whimpered twice, whimpering like a kitten in resistance.

The pink lips accidentally brushed Jun Zhao's slightly calloused hand, and both of them paused for a moment.

The man's eyes darkened slightly, and he gradually loosened his arms and put down his big hands.

Mu Luan came out of his arms immediately, turned her head with red eyes, and stared warily and angrily at the man who was half-dissolved in the darkness.

Her long, ink-black hair fell softly on her shoulders, and she was wearing a scarlet nightgown that outlined her slender figure like a red plum blossom blooming alone among the fluttering snowflakes.

Her long and curled eyelashes were covered with a layer of hazy mist, and the tails of her eyes were red, as if she had been severely bullied.

A hint of surprise flashed across Jun Zhao's calm eyes, and he couldn't help but twist his hands behind his back.

Are you crying now?

He didn't seem to be using any strength...

What puzzled him was that every time this woman looked at him, the look in her eyes seemed particularly complicated.

Mostly resentment and avoidance.

He saw her resistance, she really disliked himself!

The man was wearing thin clothes, and there was a thin layer of snow on his body. His thin cheeks were red from the cold, and his lips were still as pale as ever.

Being in the same space with Jun Zhao would make Mu Luan feel uneasy, let alone being so close to him now.

She thought about stepping back, putting some distance between them, and then asking for the reason.

But she suddenly forgot that there was a desk just one step behind her that was just as high as her waist.

His body hit the edge of the table, and in an instant he fell backwards along with the table.

She gasped in fear and suddenly closed her eyes.

Suddenly, a figure flashed before her eyes, and the next moment, a big hand rested on the table, firmly grasping her slender waist.

The other hand quickly pressed down the tilted candlestick, and the wax tilted and inevitably dripped onto the big white hand.

Mu Luan felt something raised on her lips and her tongue tip hooked up subconsciously. Suddenly, a hoarse "hiss" sound came from above her head.

I don’t know if it was because of the burns from the wax or something else.

She opened her eyes and found Jun Zhao pressing on her, her whole body once again embedded in the man's strong arms.

Just like in the red bed and warm tent in her previous life, he held her body tightly and wouldn't let go.

She was even more horrified to find that she was actually kissing the man's Adam's apple.

Her cheeks suddenly felt hot, and she quickly turned her head away, saying depressedly, "Why don't you get up quickly!"

As if touching the man's sore spot, Mu Luan clearly heard a muffled groan.

A dark color flashed across Jun Zhao's eyes, and he stood up expressionlessly, supporting himself on the table. He also picked up the person in his arms, and after she stood firmly on her feet, he let go of her hand.

There was no hesitation at all, and the slightly red ears hidden in the darkness seemed like an illusion, making it impossible to tell anything was wrong.

Mu Luan caught a glimpse of wax splattered on one of his hands and paused. She turned her head and saw the candlestick standing intact on the table.

Just as I was about to say something, I heard a knock on the door, followed by Yinxin's concerned voice.

"Miss, are you awake? Do you want me to come in and serve you?"

Mu Luan glanced at Jun Zhao awkwardly and said hurriedly, "No need. I'll just sit for a while and then go to bed. No need to wait on me. You can go down."

After sending Yin Xin away, Mu Luan was obviously relieved.

A girl values ​​her reputation the most. If people knew that she was alone in a room with a man in the middle of the night, her reputation would probably become as infamous as Jun Zhao's in the future.

She couldn't help but look up and angrily glance at the man who had been staring at her without saying a word, but her eyes still fell on the wax-stained hand.

I sighed deeply in my heart, what a sin!

In this life, she didn't even have time to hide from Jun Zhao, but she met this evil god again and again.

In the end, is it he who owes her, or is it she who owes him!

She reached out and grabbed the man's wrist unhappily, pulling him to sit on the chair.

"Why are you here?"