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

Jun Zhao was silent for a moment and realized that she seemed to be afraid of the dark.

In the current situation, he was afraid it would be difficult for him to leave her and light a lamp.

After only a moment's thought, he hugged the soft body in his arms tightly, and with his strong arms he helped her stand up steadily.

He took her step by step towards the table.

His night vision has always been excellent. Even without turning on the lights, he can clearly see everything in the warm room.

Mu Luan followed Jun Zhao's steps and was forced to move.

There is a familiar green wood scent at the tip of the nose, as well as a very faint smell of blood.

The candles were relit, and the dark room was once again shrouded in light.

Jun Zhao lowered his eyes and looked at Mu Luan, who was leaning against him with her eyes closed in his arms.

The firelight illuminated her jade-pale cheeks and the glaring scarlet on her plump lower lip.

Jun Zhao frowned and was about to touch her bright red lips when her beautiful peach blossom eyes trembled and slowly opened.

When their eyes met, time froze for a moment.

Mu Luan's eyes were sparkling, her expression was stiff, and there were traces of tears on her cheeks.

Jun Zhao's eyes were gloomy, and he couldn't express his joy or anger. He finally dropped his outstretched hand, and gently twisted his fingertips, as if he felt a little regretful.

Mu Luan's tense expression relaxed a little, and she quickly realized the inappropriate behavior between the two of them.

She loosened her hands that were holding the man's collar and stepped back hastily, but felt a sharp pain in her ankle.

The soft body slid down the large palm with thin calluses.

But at this moment, Mu Luan would rather fall to the ground again than hide in Jun Zhao's arms.

She lowered her head and didn't notice the indulgent smile in Jun Zhao's eyes.

He just threw it away after use. Did she hate him so much?

Mu Luan was still in the aftermath of fear, and all the strength in her body seemed to be drained.

But she just didn't grab the only man who could support her.

Jun Zhao could just let go and let her fall to the ground happily. After all, this was his usual cold-hearted style.

But after looking at the woman who was sliding down by herself, he suddenly didn't want to do as she wished.

He hesitated for only a moment before he bent down and whispered, "Miss, I'm sorry."

Mu Luan turned her eyes and looked up in a daze. Jun Zhao had bent over and picked her up by the waist, walking steadily towards the bed.

Her wet eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes saw the man's cold and angular jawline.

It was as if through this face I could already see the skirt torn into pieces and flying everywhere.

She clenched her hands, and before she could struggle, Jun Zhao calmly placed her down on the soft bed and turned to walk towards the basin by the door.

Went to wash your hands?

Mu Luan frowned slightly, and the fear in her heart turned into a little anger.

Does he think she is dirty?

In his previous life, Jun Zhao was extremely fond of cleanliness. Regardless of whether his hands were stained with the blood of an unlucky person or not, he would wash his hands dozens of times every day.

And most of the time, it was Mu Luan who washed him.

It’s so tedious and suffocating!

"When can you help me detoxify?"

Mu Luan spoke softly, but one could tell there was some displeasure in her tone.

The atmosphere in the room was eerily silent. She didn't actually want to ask this, but she couldn't think of a reasonable topic.

I can't find out his whereabouts...

I remember that in my previous life, when Jun Zhao was not in the palace, he was either going somewhere to confiscate property or to kill people.

The more she knew, the less safe she would feel, so it was better for her to know less.

Jun Zhao soaked his fingers in the water and washed them one by one. The waves were shattered in his eyes, but no ripples appeared.

Hearing this, his eyes calmed down and he took his hand out of the water. Without drying it with a towel, he let the water droplets slowly slide down the meridian lines on the back of his hand.

It's as if I can feel the pleasure of fresh blood flowing.

He turned around, half of his figure hidden behind the lights, his dark eyes swept towards Mu Luan's lips obscurely, and said lightly: "Wait a few days."

Mu Luan stared at him as he took out several porcelain bottles of varying sizes from the drawer and returned to her.

He squatted down, raised his head, and asked softly in a humble manner: "Miss, do you want me to apply medicine to you, or let your maid do it?"

Mu Luan's heart tightened when she was stared at by his pure gaze, and her fingers in her sleeves tightly twisted the edge of the bed.

The gentleness in his eyes was nothing like the paranoid and cruel man in his previous life.

It was so normal that Mu Luan found it difficult to treat the two as the same person.

Jun Zhao seemed to be extremely patient, although he didn't understand why this woman was looking at him with such a complicated look.

But he really didn't see any calculation in it, so he just kept it for now.

Mu Luan was looking at Jun Zhao, and Jun Zhao was also looking at her.

He had no awareness of being a subordinate at all, and looked her in the face without a trace of humility or cowardice.

Mu Luan realized that she had revealed too much of her emotions, so she quickly lowered her eyes and glanced to the side, mumbling, "Come on."

As soon as these words were spoken, Mu Luan suddenly became alert. How could she let Jun Zhao, the future regent, apply medicine to her, especially on her ankle.

At this time, Mu Luan didn't think Jun Zhao had mysophobia at all, nor was she angry about what had just happened.

She wanted to change her words immediately, but as soon as she opened her lips, a cool feeling came over her.

A shadow fell over her head, and Mu Luan's lips trembled slightly and were about to close.

Then she heard the person in front of her gently pinch her fair chin and patiently persuade her: "Miss, bear with it and open your mouth."

He dipped his fingertips in the medicine and gently applied it to the red and swollen soft area.

Mu Luan's eyelashes trembled and she felt a little itchy. She clearly wanted to refuse, but she subconsciously grabbed the corner of Jun Zhao's dark robe.

After thinking about it, she decided to give up. There was more than one maid named Yinxin in the ear room. If she woke them all up, and there was any noise in Shaoguang Courtyard, her father and mother would definitely notice it.

Things have already come to this, so let’s not worry them too much.

It’s not like I haven’t been this intimate with Jun Zhao in my previous life. It’s just applying some medicine. There’s no need for me to be so shy like a little girl.

Mu Luan comforted herself in this way in her heart, and felt at ease accepting Jun Zhao's care.

Jun Zhao paused, then lowered his eyes to look at the little hand on his robe.

The hand was as soft as tofu and glowing white, seeming to illuminate a corner of his black robe.

But the purple marks on the knuckles ruined the beauty.

He pursed his lips and thought calmly, how on earth could such a petite and fragile kitten survive until now?

Mu Luan didn't know what Jun Zhao was looking at, even though his fingertips were just on his lips and didn't go in.

But this ambiguous posture somehow reminded her of some annoying memories.

A burning sensation slowly climbed up from the cheek to the ear.

There was no movement on her lips for a long time, and she couldn't speak, so she could only hum softly.

The sound was like a kitten's murmur. Jun Zhao's eyes darkened and fell on that beautiful and fragile little mouth again.

The rosy and soft little tongue moved slightly, as if calling for something.

The softness of his fingertips made him reluctant to withdraw his hand for a moment, but it was only a moment, then he lowered his eyes and let go of the poor redness and swelling.