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

The gentleness turned into anger: "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm not married yet, how can I have sex?"

Jun Zhao raised his eyebrows slightly, with no sign of abnormality on his face, and asked, "Then why do you want to drink this medicine?"

Mu Luan felt regretful after she said that. Why did she have to explain all this to Jun Zhao?

He couldn't help but frown and said, "I'm drinking my medicine, don't worry about it, just let go of my hand."

Mu Luan looked up at Jun Zhao. At this moment, it seemed as if she had returned to her previous life, but her mentality had changed.

At least I don't feel suffocated and oppressed as in my previous life.

Jun Zhao didn't understand. He looked intently into the woman's clear, bright eyes, but couldn't find any sign that she had any intention of committing suicide.

He paused for a moment, then slowly retracted his hand, but his voice was a little cold, "Mu Feng just thought that if the nobleman wanted to try the medicine, Mu Feng would be willing to serve."

Mu Luantan opened his mouth slightly, and was stunned for a long time before slowly lowering his eyes and looking at the bowl of medicine.

She is not him, and she cannot use him as a guinea pig to test drugs like she did in her previous life.

Jun Zhao had an extraordinary talent in making poisons. After he became the regent, many people were wary of Jun Zhao, most of all because they were afraid that he would test the poison on living people on a whim.

Although she had never seen Jun Zhao test drugs on living people with her own eyes, she herself was a living example.

Every time a mysterious poison entered my stomach, I felt as if my internal organs were moving out of place, causing me pain and dizziness.

The feeling of clearly waiting for death to come is really uncomfortable.

Mu Luan said in a muffled voice: "Is your life no longer a life?"

As he said this, he picked up the medicine bowl and took a big gulp without caring about anything.

Jun Zhao's eyes moved for a moment, and he looked at the person in front of him quietly, without saying a word.

But she didn't expect that the contraceptive soup was so unpalatable, even more bitter than her detoxifying soup.

She couldn't swallow it, so she spat it onto her handkerchief, then raised her eyes and wanted to look for hawthorn.

A hand came across, with a fruit that Mu Luan thought was very delicious.

The bitter taste jumped to the tip of her tongue, making her mistakenly think that it was Yinxin who took it. She put her lips close to the hand and took a bite.

The rosy and lustrous lips suddenly covered the knuckles holding the hawthorn.

Mu Luan didn't realize that the view above her head suddenly became dark.

She just focused on savoring the sweet and sour taste in her mouth, and secretly compared it with the taste of the contraceptive medicine in her previous life...

Why do I feel like there's a huge gap between them?

Mu Luan swallowed the fruit pulp in his mouth and murmured, "Why is this happening? Is there some medicine missing?"

Suddenly, she suddenly looked up at Jun Zhao, but she felt that her purpose was too obvious, so she restrained her emotions and asked, "Do you know medicine?"

The Jun Zhao of today is not the Jun Zhao of his previous life, although I don’t know what kind of poison Jun Zhao gave himself to drink every time.

But in the days that followed, her body gradually no longer felt the tightness and pain in her chest.

I wonder if it's the effect of fighting poison with poison?

He is right beside me, and is being very well behaved and polite, so why not just ask him?

Mu Luan recalled the crying that had made her feel frightened, and she felt like laughing at her own stupidity.

Jun Zhao's hands were behind his back, and he was still gently twisting his fingertips, as if he was thinking about something.

He came back to his senses, his eyes were obscure, and he said, "I understand a little, are you feeling unwell, sir?"

Mu Luan blinked and uttered a word softly, "Hmm."

Then he lifted his sleeves a little, revealing a part of his wrist, and asked tentatively: "Can you help me take a look?"

Jun Zhao looked at her without saying anything, but Mu Luan always felt that those eyes had seen through everything.

Just when she was thinking of giving up and pulling her hand back, Jun Zhao lifted his robe, sat down, and covered the glowing snow-white wrist with three slender knuckles.

When the cold fingertips touched the warm and delicate skin, Mu Luan trembled unconsciously.

Jun Zhao raised his eyes and looked over. There was a glimmer of light in those dark phoenix eyes, which made people feel numb.

Mu Luan endured the cold, held her breath, concentrated and stopped moving.

After a while, the cold touch disappeared. Jun Zhao calmly put down Mu Luan's sleeves and said, "It seems that there is a poison in your body from your mother's womb. The remaining poison has not yet disappeared, and you often feel chest tightness and pain."

Mu Luan's eyes suddenly lit up, and she nodded softly, "Is there any way to cure it?"

Jun Zhao cast his eyes on the remaining medicine soup on the table, as if he had found some answers.

Mu Luan recalled her embarrassment just now and explained stiffly: "I heard that the contraceptive medicine might be of some use, so I bought it to try."

"Who told you that?" Jun Zhao almost blurted out.

Mu Luan subconsciously replied, "I'll listen to you...", but her voice stopped abruptly. Only then did she realize that she almost let the cat out of the bag.

So he changed the subject and said, "I heard it from a wandering doctor."

Jun Zhao's eyes darkened slightly, "Your body can't stand the torture of quack doctors. If you try drugs recklessly again, your life may be in danger."

Mu Luan's face turned pale when he heard that. He thought that the contraceptive pill only had the effect of preventing pregnancy and relieving pain, and it was not a poison, so it should be fine to try it.

But I didn't expect Jun Zhao to say it so seriously. I don't know if he was trying to scare me or if he was serious.

No matter what, she didn't dare to do anything wrong again. She had finally been given a chance to live again, but she regretted that her life was in danger.

Jun Zhao saw the fear in her eyes and couldn't help but sneer in his heart. Even for the smallest and most fragile person, death is the biggest threat.

He actually liked the feeling of having the life and death of others in his fingertips, gently beating but unable to struggle free.

I heard that Mu Sinian is a daughter slave. If he can control her, wouldn’t it be the same as controlling the General’s Mansion?

This is much easier than raising an army to fight against the General's Mansion in the future.

He concealed the deep meaning in his eyes and said in a calm voice: "If you trust me, I am willing to try to detoxify you."

Mu Luan's attention was diverted, and he looked at Jun Zhao with seriousness and suspicion.

A month later.

After Mu Luan had packed up, she walked out of the room wrapped in a moon-white fox fur coat.

The first thing I saw when I looked up was Jun Zhao dressed in a guard's uniform.

Jun Zhao's appearance was indeed extremely beautiful, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and wrist guards wrapped around his strong and thin wrist bones. Even if he just changed his clothes, he would be obviously eye-catching.

These days, except when he was on duty, Jun Zhao never took the initiative to appear in front of her.

Seems like you're busy with something?

He once told himself that some detoxifying herbs require a lot of effort.

Maybe he is really helping her find the antidote, so he is rarely seen.

I didn't expect to see him as soon as I went out today.

He lowered his eyes and respectfully greeted her as he went out, looking like he was doing his duty.

As long as he behaved himself, she would be happy to see it happen.

After just casually glancing at that infuriatingly handsome face, Mu Luan set her sights on the man standing with his back to the yard, wrapped in a blue fox fur coat.

"Brother," a soft and smiling voice came, and the man standing in the yard slowly turned around.