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

As she spoke, she turned around and went behind the screen to look through the boxes she had brought with her.

There were various medicines for injuries in the box, but she didn't use them. Instead, she gave them to Jun Zhao first.

Jun Zhao sat quietly, his dark eyes sweeping across the bright figure in Fei Yi, and his gaze fell on the piece of letter paper lying face up under the desk.

After a long silence, he replied calmly, "I usually stay here."

He bent down slightly, twisted the paper between his fingertips, and scanned it from top to bottom. When he saw the three words "Black Corpse Pill", his eyes deepened a little.

Only he knew the name of this poison. How could a delicate girl in the boudoir know about the Black Corpse Pill he developed?

Mu Luan quickly found medicine for wounds, including burns, bruises, sword wounds, stab wounds, etc., seven or eight bottles of medicine of various sizes.

As his hands couldn't hold all the things, he took out a small box from the box and put them in.

Seeing the petite figure coming out, Jun Zhao's eyes moved, and he spread the letter paper on the table.

Mu Luan placed the medicine bottle on the table and saw the letter paper lying there.

He glanced at the man's normal expression and quickly put it into his sleeve.

Then, she took the man's hand and placed it in her palm.

His hands were as cold as ice, which was a natural cooling tool in the summer, but Mu Luan was miserable in the winter.

The colder she got and the farther away she was from him, the tighter he held her.

Bad men are not only crazy, but also have bad habits.

Fortunately, Mu Luan was not frozen to death by him, and she even warmed his body.

Even though Mu Luan knew this in her previous life, she still couldn't help but frown.

Enduring the terrifying cold, he began to carefully remove the wax bit by bit.

The wax was so hot that the base of his thumb was burned red and some small bubbles appeared, but he was still able to sit there as if nothing had happened.

Jun Zhao never expected that such a noble and beautiful woman would do such a rude thing.

The warmth of the skin touching each other really made him linger.

But it was only a moment, he pursed his lips slightly, pulled his hand away and wanted to take it back, "Your Excellency, there is no need to do this, it's just a little burn, I have thick skin and it won't matter."

Mu Luan paused as she was picking up the candles for him.

The two people do not know each other in this life, so this behavior is easy to be misunderstood.

Even so, Mu Luan only hesitated for a moment and continued to hold Jun Zhao's hand tightly.

After all, if he hadn't held the candlestick just now, he would have been the one who got burned.

Since we have chosen not to owe each other anything, we must not give him any opportunity to take advantage of us and must repay the favor immediately.

Afterwards, he became clean-handed and had nothing to worry about.

She didn't explain, but just carefully cleaned the burned skin.

The skin under his hands became warmer and warmer, and Jun Zhao's deep eyes moved slightly.

When Mu Luan couldn't see, he curled the corners of his lips and suddenly felt like teasing her.

His hand trembled slightly, and the next moment, the beauty under the light raised her eyes slightly, "Does it hurt?"

Jun Zhao frowned, hissed softly, and shook his head, "It doesn't hurt."

Mu Luan straightened his back and looked at him in confusion. It didn't hurt, so why was he hissing so loudly?

Seeing him pretending to be strong and allowing others to manipulate him, Mu Luan was a little surprised, but she didn't doubt him.

Such a serious burn should be painful, so she leaned over, lowered her head, and blew gently on it.

Jun Zhao was startled and his other hand suddenly clenched into a fist.

If he had not found out clearly that the woman in front of him was the daughter of General Mu Sinian, he would have really thought that she was a spy sent by the enemy to seduce him.

It's just a minor injury, is it worth all her trouble?

Or is there another purpose?

Jun Zhao watched her carefully apply medicine and bandage the wound, and for the first time he felt that he could not guess what a woman was thinking.

She is a noble lady who is high above everyone else, and he is a criminal slave who escaped death from the Youming Inn.

If there is any use, it should be this woman who uses him.

But seeing how she wanted to stay away from me, maybe...

She really just doesn't like him!

How could that be possible? If he wanted to hide in the general's mansion, he had to find a way to stay there no matter what.

He could not hide in this temple for long, as the man searched the entire capital for him.

Wouldn't it be interesting if I could appear at the foot of the capital city in broad daylight without being discovered?

Mu Luan has been pampered since childhood and has never treated anyone's wounds.

The few times it happened were all used on Jun Zhao in his previous life.

Every time the bandage is tied, it is either crooked or loose, and it is habitually tied with a bow at the end.

Perhaps he couldn't bear such abuse after being injured, so Jun Zhao simply treated his wounds himself and no longer asked Mu Luan for help.

However, this time the injured area was more conspicuous and the bandage was fairly strong, so Mu Luan was very satisfied.

"Don't let the wound get wet these days. Take these medicines with you and leave the same way you came."

Now that the injury has been treated, there is naturally no need for the person to stay.

Jun Zhao gathered the small box in his palm and lowered his eyes to hide the emotions in his eyes.

"Your Excellency has taken over my room, where do you want me to go?"

He spoke in a low voice and looked lonely and pitiful with his eyes drooped.

Mu Luan was startled and looked up at the room. All she saw were the things she brought from the general's mansion. When did it become his room?

Could it be that he is being naughty and doesn't want to leave?

She pointed around and said, "You shouldn't live here if you settle down here."

Jun Zhao looked in the direction she pointed. The previously clear, quiet and spacious place now had traces of the woman in front of him.

He put down the medicine box in his hand, stood up and walked behind the screen.

Mu Luan was puzzled and stood up as well. She saw the man reaching out and taking out a set of men's clothes from the secret compartment under the bed.

Of course, the clothes were not hidden by Mu Luan.

Every time a pilgrim leaves here, the temple will send someone to clean the room.

There are other people's clothes in the secret compartment, and it seems there is more than one set, which means there is still someone living in this room.

But who doesn’t put their clothes in the closet, but hides them in a secret compartment?

Doesn’t the little monk who is leading the way know that the pilgrims in this room have not yet checked out and left?

Mu Luan pursed her lips immediately and looked at the man with a calm and innocent face.

The man glanced at Mu Luan, then glanced at the medicine box on the table.

As if he had made up his mind, he squatted down and began to pack his things.

"Since you like this dormitory and helped me apply medicine and bandage my wounds, I will leave this room to you."

Mu Luan was slightly surprised. When did Jun Zhao, who had always acted according to his own preferences and done evil things, start to consider others?

"Have you been living here since you left Youming Inn?" Mu Luan asked silently.

Jun Zhao raised his eyes and nodded honestly.

Mu Luan suddenly felt guilty about occupying someone else's nest.

He had finally managed to escape from the Youming Inn and found a hiding place, but now, before he could even enjoy a few days of peace, he broke in and disrupted everything for no reason.

Mu Luan placed her hands on Jun Zhao's packed clothes and asked softly, "Where are you going to sleep so late?"

The voice was small and clearly lacked confidence.

In order to facilitate the investigation when coming to Huaguang Temple, Mu Luan deliberately chose a remote courtyard.