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

A trace of panic flashed across Jun Zhao's dark eyes. He probably thought that Mu Luan would drive him away the next moment.

He still got up from the bed. His back was not as straight as usual, and his Adam's apple moved, but he still looked at her without saying a word.

Mu Luan couldn't stop him and could only glare at him helplessly.

He gathered the oil paper in his hand, held it in his arms, turned around and walked out the door, suppressing the smile in his eyes, and said, "The warm room doesn't keep idle people, get well soon, and I'll take this candy, thank you very much."

Jun Zhao understood the hidden meaning in her words and realized that he could stay again.

He stood there until the beautiful figure in the light and shadow disappeared at the door and the footsteps by his ears became farther and farther away. Then he slowly straightened his slightly bent back.

She said she should take care of her body and leave it to the most important people in the future.

If I could become the most important person to her, take her body and her heart...

Just like those beautiful women in Youming Inn who have been waiting all their lives for a patron to redeem them, but ended up living in depression.

She would be completely devoted to him and obey him.

The candle flame suddenly jumped, distorting the indifferent expression on the man's face.

He twisted the candle lightly with his fingertips at his side, and the candle flame stopped flickering, reflecting the cold sneer in his eyes.

The next day, after Mu Luan had breakfast, Yin Xin brought her some detoxifying medicine.

Mu Luan made up her mind and was about to drink it when she suddenly remembered the medicine Jun Zhao had given her that day.

She felt around her waist but didn't feel anything, so she stood up and went back to the inner room to look.

Seeing that her young lady was not taking the medicine obediently, Yin Xin thought that she was stalling for time again, so she approached and asked, "What are you looking for, young lady?"

Mu Luan turned over the quilt without looking up and said, "A black porcelain bottle, did you see it?"

"A black porcelain bottle?"

Yin Xin thought for a moment, then raised her eyebrows and said, "Oh, I saw it. I put it on the antique shelf, Miss."

As she spoke, she went to look on the antique shelf, and sure enough, she saw an inconspicuous black porcelain vase.

Mu Luan took the porcelain bottle, poured out a pill and smelled it. The smell was somewhat different from what she remembered.

Thinking back to what Jun Zhao said that day, he now seemed unsure whether he could eliminate the toxins in his body.

His eyes moved between the bitter detoxifying medicine and the small pill in his hand for a moment, and gradually became determined.

How bad could her body be? If Jun Zhao wanted her to die, she couldn't survive under her nose. So she would learn from that madman and gamble with her life.

Even if she really became Jun Zhao's victim in the end, at least she protected the Mu family in this life, and her father, brother and mother were all still alive. What regrets did she have?

A quarter of an hour later, Mu Luan went to the warm room alone.

The door of the warm room was still half open. Mu Luan was holding a tray in her hand. This time, she did not hesitate and pushed the door open and walked in.

He scanned the room but didn't see Jun Zhao.

I couldn't help but wonder where the little madman had gone so early in the morning. He really didn't take the injuries on his body seriously at all.

Just as I was about to leave the warm room, I saw a wisp of green smoke wafting out from the compartment of the warm room.

There is a small tea room in the compartment, where you can make tea around the stove or take a rest while sipping tea.

It is usually a resting room for the master when he is free, and servants will not touch it rashly.

But how could Jun Zhao be a servant?

Mu Luan curled the corners of her lips and slowly walked towards the compartment. She walked around an ink-wash screen and a cold figure in black martial arts uniform suddenly appeared before her.

Jun Zhao seemed to have just heard the noise. He came back to his senses and looked behind him. The palm-leaf fan in his hand paused, and a bright shadow clearly flashed in his eyes.

He stood up, his back still slightly hunched, but there was no sign of dejection on his face.

He pursed his lips, bowed and said, "Miss."

Mu Luan rarely smiled at him. She touched the pink candy on the tip of her tongue, swiped it onto one side of her cheek, and bent over to place the tray in her hand on the small table.

"Are you making medicine?"

The fire in the stove was burning brightly, the lid was rattling, and blue smoke was drifting out of the window with the warm wind.

"Hmm," a voice that couldn't tell whether it was happy or angry, and it was also hoarse from illness.

His calm dark eyes swept across Mu Luan and glanced at the scissors, bandages and medicine on the tray.

Mu Luan waved at him and motioned him to sit aside.

Jun Zhao stood there without moving, stunned.

Mu Luan didn't say much, she just pulled him over and pressed him down on the seat.

She did not sit down, but lifted Jun Zhao's injured forearm and slowly untied the tightly bound wrist guard.

"I'll change the medicine for you."

After hearing these concise and clear sentences, Jun Zhao's hands on his knees curled up slightly unconsciously.

The deep gaze followed the bright yet serious face in front of him.

He thought that allowing him to continue staying in the warm room was already a huge concession from her, but he didn't expect that she would come in person to change his medicine today.

The look of surprise only flashed by and soon disappeared.

Mu Luan tried hard to ignore the inquiring look and tried to concentrate on the task at hand.

Yesterday she thought seriously that the reason why Jun Zhao became so cold and cruel in his previous life was probably because he had never experienced the feeling of being cared for and loved by others.

Although associating with a bloodthirsty lion is an unwise and risky choice, who can resist the temptation that comes to your doorstep?

Then from now on, treat him as your own family member, love and protect him, and take him to experience that the world is not only filled with darkness and haze, but also with joy and happiness.

Jun Zhao did not miss the flash of something in the woman's lively peach blossom eyes.

Regardless of whether that thing was a plot or something else, he just raised an almost inaudible arc, and then calmly looked at the woman who was struggling to untie her wrist guard.

It was the first time for Mu Luan to untie someone else's wristband. She didn't expect it to be so complicated. From time to time, there were obscure glances from the side, making it even more difficult to untie.

The more you understand, the more profound those beautiful eyes and brows become.

The injury hasn't healed yet, but he can't wait to put on the wrist brace. Are you afraid that the injury will heal too quickly?

After finally removing the wrist guard, I tried to lift up his sleeves, but found that the cuffs were too narrow to fully expose the wound.

Mu Luan paused, slowly stood up, and blurted out: "Take it off."

As soon as she said this, Mu Luan realized something was wrong. Although she didn't have the commanding tone of Jun Zhaoru in her previous life, she still explained, "The cuffs are too narrow, it's not convenient to apply the medicine."

Mu Luan felt very uncomfortable, but Jun Zhao didn't feel embarrassed at all, nor did he avoid Mu Luan. He directly took off his shirt and underwear, revealing his broad upper body.

He said calmly, "Miss is the master and I am the servant. Miss doesn't have to do this for me."

As he said this, he started to untie the white bandage.

The bandage was stuck to the blood scab on the wound, and blood flowed out when it was torn apart, but he didn't even frown.

Seeing his rough method, Mu Luan remembered the purpose of this trip. When the man was about to pick up the medicine powder to apply the medicine, she took the medicine bottle first.

He said seriously, "I am me, and you are you. I am mostly responsible for this injury, and I should be held responsible to the end."