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

Yes, every time I meet Jun Zhao, it brings back unreasonable nightmares.

Even this Buddhist land cannot suppress it.

Thinking of this, Mu Luan suddenly came back to his senses and quickly scanned the room.

She threw off the mattress and without even having time to put on her shoes, her slender white feet stepped on the cold ground.

She trotted and looked at the small couch outside the screen...

no one!

Where is Jun Zhao?

Yin Xin did not stop Mu Luan. Seeing that she was barefoot, she was afraid that she would catch a cold, so she hurriedly picked up the embroidered shoes on the ground and chased after her.

"Miss, it's cold, put on your shoes quickly."

Mu Luan quickly glanced around the room. If she hadn't seen a few drops of wax remaining on the table, she would have thought that meeting Jun Zhao last night was just a dream.

gone?

Damn it! I at least let him stay for one night, but he just left without saying a word. He is such a heartless person.

But it’s better to leave. I have to leave sooner or later anyway, so as to avoid causing her trouble and giving her nightmares.

Mu Luan lowered her eyes and stared at the small feet under the scarlet skirt. Only then did she feel the chill coming up from the soles of her feet, which were a bit icy.

Suddenly, the light in front of my eyes was covered by a dark color, and a pair of black leather boots appeared in my sight.

Mu Luan was stunned, and looked up along the corner of the dark robe, and saw a familiar handsome face.

The morning light wiped away last night's wind and snow, casting a layer of warmth behind him.

Facing her slightly surprised expression, Jun Zhao placed the tray in his hand on the table and said in a deep voice, "The abbot asked me to bring some food to the donor."

"Miss, please put on your shoes quickly, be careful not to catch a cold," Yinxin said anxiously.

Mu Luan finally came to his senses, held Yin Xin's shoulders and lifted one foot.

But inexplicably, I felt a faint inquiring gaze coming towards me.

Mu Luan looked up and saw Jun Zhao staring at the back of her feet arrogantly.

Her eyes dodged uncomfortably, and she suddenly put her feet down and grasped the hem of her skirt with her palms.

Before he could say anything, Yinxin, who was squatting, seemed to have noticed something wrong.

So he stood up, glared at the strange man beside him with displeasure, and said, "Leave the vegetarian meal and get out."

After a while, Jun Zhao slowly raised his gaze, looked into Mu Luan's eyes and said softly, "I'll wait outside the door."

Mu Luan knew that these words were meant for her.

She couldn't help but think, since they had already left, why would they come back?

After Jun Zhao walked out of the door, Yin Xin immediately stepped forward and closed the door. She turned around and said with a guilty look, "It's all my fault. When I came in just now, I actually forgot to close the door and let that man come in openly."

Mu Luan didn't say anything, but her eyes flashed slightly.

If Yinxin knew that the man not only came in openly but also stayed here last night, she would probably be scared to death.

The Buddhist place is a place for quiet cultivation, so Mu Luan only brought a maid named Yin Xin with her, and her hairstyle and clothes were also simple and light.

After changing clothes, washing up and having breakfast, Mu Luan dismissed the maid and called Jun Zhao in.

She sat at the table, twisted the teapot with two fingers and poured herself a cup.

Suddenly she raised her eyes and glanced at the man standing quietly.

With a light twist of her fingertips, she turned over another teacup from the inverted cup and plate, filled the pot, and pushed it to the side. Her lips moved slightly, "Sit down."

From Jun Zhao's perspective, he only needed to lower his eyes slightly to see the girl's bright figure in full view.

But he didn't stay for long, nor did he say much. He walked forward and sat down obediently in the seat pointed by Mu Luan.

The air was inexplicably silent. Mu Luan held the cup and whispered, "I thought you were gone."

Jun Zhao tilted his head to stare at Mu Luan drinking tea, and said calmly: "Were you looking for me just now?"

"Cough..." Mu Luan was choked by the tea. She wanted to hold her breath and wait for the choking feeling to pass.

Unable to hold back, she put down the teacup, covered her mouth with her delicate hands, and turned slightly to the side.

Her body was shaking from coughing, and at this moment, a big hand suddenly touched her back and patted her back gently.

Mu Luan coughed for a long time before finally stopping the itchy feeling in her throat.

Her eyes wandered, and she reached out to push the person behind her. The two of them separated by some distance, and then she said, "Don't think too much. After all, you stayed in this room last night. Suddenly one more or one less person is a very scary thing."

Jun Zhao was silent for a moment, then said, "Your Excellency has been weak since childhood, so please remember to put on your shoes before getting out of bed."

He looked at her cheeks, which had been pale from coughing so violently just now, and now had a slight blush on them.

Mu Luan nodded uncomfortably and pretended to be calm and said, "Have you found a place to live?"

Jun Zhao did not answer immediately. His dark eyes turned and looked at her again, seeming a little embarrassed.

Mu Luan also noticed that something was wrong with him and asked, "Is there no extra meditation room?"

Jun Zhao suddenly stood up, his back straight, as if he had made up his mind, and said: "Someone is chasing me, and this place has been exposed. If you can protect me again, I will repay you with a gift of grass and a ring."

As he spoke, he lowered his eyes and bowed solemnly to Mu Luan.

Mu Luan was shocked and stood up subconsciously.

She couldn't remember how many times Jun Zhao had saluted her so solemnly.

In his previous life, from the moment Mu Luan entered the palace, he was told that the Regent was the sky of the Great Zhou and the object of worship by thousands of people.

In order to survive, she was always nervous and cautious.

She has deeply experienced the difficulty of surviving in desperate situations.

But what she had not expected was Jun Zhao's experiences before he became the regent.

It was a difficulty she had never dared to imagine.

He was beaten until blood was flowing, and was almost disfigured and injured by Qiongqi. His face was always sickly pale, as pale as a dead person.

Jun Zhao was born with cold white skin, and even though he was covered in bloodshed in his previous life, his face was still rosy.

The many encounters in this life made her heart tremble every time.

He seemed to have survived death before he ascended to the position of regent.

People are not born with the ability to distinguish right from wrong. How can we expect someone who cannot even control his own life to have compassion for the world?

No wonder Jun Zhao never showed mercy to those who betrayed him in his previous life, just like those people in Youming Inn who wanted to kill him.

How could a person who was raised in that man-eating cage not be crazy?

Mu Luan couldn't help but think that if someone could give Jun Zhao love and warmth in this life, perhaps he could change his sinister and evil behavior in the future.

But does such a person really exist?

Jun Zhao is a man who can be so cruel as to even harm his own white moonlight!

A person's character is not formed overnight, nor can it be easily changed overnight.

Mu Luan did not expect that she could tame the beast-like Jun Zhao, but if the Mu family was really caught up in factional disputes as she guessed.

Then she must not let the Mu family become victims of the royal struggle.

The one who can fight against the royal family with a 100% chance of winning is none other than Jun Zhao!

But she also knew that Jun Zhao was not a person who would repay a favor by taking advantage of it. Now that he had lowered his attitude to ask her to protect him, he was probably planning something.