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

Mu Luan took a breath of cold air, and heard the man outside the car door swinging the whip in his hand, panting and gritting his teeth and said: "Are you looking for death? Didn't you see the carriage coming?"

At this moment, a man in dark robes was standing faintly in the middle of the narrow road. If Zhou Yunan had not had sharp eyes, he would have run over him directly.

He didn't recommend knocking someone to the ground, but he had other things to do tonight, so he decided to let this tactless guy go for now.

Zhou Yunan casually flicked the whip and said viciously: "If you don't want to die, get out of my way."

The night was dim, and the man's figure was half hidden in the darkness and half exposed under the bright moonlight.

The breeze was floating, the shadows of the trees were swaying, shaking the gloom in the man's eyes, sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

Seeing that the person didn't move and was still blocking his way, Zhou Yunan was anxious to get back to do his work, and a sinister look gradually appeared on his face.

"I finally understand. You are blocking my way on purpose, right? Fine, I will deal with you as well today."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the whip in his hand high, and the next moment he hit the horse hard.

The horse felt the pain and started kicking its hooves randomly, then quickly galloped forward.

If he were hit by this irrational horse this time, his life would surely be in danger.

Zhou Yunan even pulled the reins and stood up from the shaft of the cart, his eyes filled with crazy excitement.

But as the carriage got closer, he thought he could see a look of panic and fear on the man's face.

However, what she saw was that the man not only did not dodge or evade, but also smiled at her. That smile looked extremely terrifying in the flickering light.

He suddenly wanted to retreat, and the next moment, something hit the back of his hand. He felt a sharp pain and suddenly let go of the reins.

The speed of the carriage was comparable to that of the wind. The reins in Zhou Yunan's hands were the only point of support. When they were loosened, his body immediately began to shake.

Before he could steady himself, he saw the man who was about to be hit by the horse suddenly flash away like a ghost, and while spinning his body, he stood firmly beside him.

Zhou Yunan widened his eyes, looking at the sinister gaze facing away from the moonlight. A chill instantly crept up his spine, making him shudder as if being stared at by the god of death.

"How dare you touch my things?"

The moment Zhou Yunan's body was kicked away, he only vaguely heard these words.

Before he could recover from his fear, his body was hit hard by the galloping horse, and its front hooves trampled over his legs without restraint.

Wailing cries echoed through the sky, but no one paid any attention.

Mu Luan only felt that the carriage suddenly tilted to one side, and just when she thought the carriage was going to overturn, the wheel on the other side landed steadily on the ground.

Her body slid out uncontrollably again, and Mu Luan instinctively curled up, hoping to minimize the pain.

But just as he slid out, he suddenly felt a force on his waist, and his sliding body stopped abruptly.

She was breathing lightly. The speeding carriage had slowed down, but she was still tense.

She didn't know who the man in the carriage was talking to, but she knew that the person holding her waist was someone else.

She didn't dare to act rashly and could only freeze her body and hold her breath.

After a long time, if it weren't for the cold touch on her waist gradually turning warm, Mu Luan would have had the illusion that the person next to her had already left.

Along the way, Mu Luan remained in a half-lying position. Her body gradually became numb. If she moved a little, she would feel unbearable itchiness all over.

She thought she could hold it in, but after a while, a very light moan escaped from her tightly bitten red lips.

As the gentle sound fell, the carriage slowly stopped.

Mu Luan felt that the big hand was supporting her waist and helping her up. Then, the sound of hemp rope being untied came from above her head.

The moment the sack fell, light and shadow leaked in from the car door and hit Mu Luan's slightly trembling eyelashes.

"Miss, are you still planning to stay in the sack?"

A very casual and deep voice sounded, and Mu Luan suddenly opened his eyes.

But because of the sudden moonlight that flooded in, his eyelids trembled slightly.

Soon, Jun Zhao's familiar cold and handsome face came into view.

"Mu Feng?"

Jun Zhao pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows at the slightly embarrassed woman in front of him.

Although he looked embarrassed, his eyes were still bright and lively.

Mu Luan let out a deep breath as if relieved from a heavy burden, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose.

But as soon as she finished speaking, Mu Luan gasped again and fell straight into Jun Zhao's arms.

Jun Zhao half-knelt and held the person in his arms. He lowered his eyes slightly and caught a glimpse of a purple scar on the white neck. His eyes suddenly darkened.

"Don't hold me so tightly," Mu Luan frowned and spoke with some discomfort. Her voice was weak and dry due to being nervous for a long time.

Jun Zhao thought she had other injuries on her body, so he unconsciously loosened his grip, but his deep eyes became more sinister and cold.

I should not have let that Zhou man go so easily. I should have skinned him, chopped his bones, made a human skin umbrella, and then gave it to Zhou Shiming to take care of him in his old age.

He raised his hand and placed it on Mu Luan's shoulder, wanting to check if she was injured anywhere else, but he heard the person in his arms groan again. Thinking he had hurt her, he paused.

But then Mu Luan said in a hoarse voice: "Don't move, I'm numb."

Jun Zhao was stunned for a moment, then looked at her stiff body, suddenly sneered, then let go of her hand, allowing her to lean on his chest casually.

Mu Luan felt embarrassed and ashamed, but her body couldn't recover for a while, so she had to close her eyes in the dull sneer.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Anyone would make fun of her if she looked like this now.

But when I think about it, it seems that no matter in the past life or this life, Jun Zhao is the only one who has seen her in her most miserable state.

What a bad fate.

But I was also glad that he arrived in time, otherwise I don’t know what would happen tonight.

Mu Luan was immersed in deep thought, but suddenly she felt the man in front of her leaning over.

The puzzled gaze finally rested on the delicate profile illuminated by the moonlight.

Mu Luan obviously didn't know what was going on. She held her breath and leaned back subconsciously.

Jun Zhao turned his head slightly and said nonchalantly, "Miss, you'd better not move."

Then, she felt a faint touch on her wrist, and Mu Luan was surprised to find that he was helping her untie the hemp rope on her wrist.

The hemp rope was tied quite tightly, and when Jun Zhao untied it, there was obvious congestion on the delicate white skin.

After her wrists were untied, Mu Luan felt that her body not only did not relax, but instead felt a bit stiff and painful. The breath she had been holding suddenly deflated, and the air gently sprayed on the side of Jun Zhao's face.

The breath was like the brush of a feather, with a hint of sweet wine aroma. Jun Zhao lowered his eyes and looked at the two people leaning against each other, and suddenly felt a little itchy.

It's not the cheeks that itch, it's the heart that itch.