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

Chapter 80

She took a deep breath, and then she heard the man's hoarse voice, "The lady seems to have forgotten it completely."

The warm breath hit Mu Luan's ear, and his hair stood on end all over his body, and his hands and feet unconsciously went limp.

The shiny black hair fell like a waterfall, pouring onto the back of the bony white hand.

The strong contrast between black and white does not appear abrupt or ugly, but instead reveals an extreme visual beauty.

Jun Zhao twisted a strand of soft hair between his fingers with great interest, twisting it lightly from time to time.

Mu Luan endured the pain in her waist from the coffee table, tried her best to adjust her breathing, and said, "What did you forget?"

The two of them faced each other closely. Jun Zhao stared at the pair of clear but doubtful peach blossom eyes for a long time. His gaze slightly lowered, staring at the still slightly swollen cherry lips.

Mu Luan looked at the man's dark eyes repeatedly in some surprise.

She actually saw the familiar colors of the bed in her previous life in Jun Zhao's eyes.

Some fragments suddenly came to my mind.

Jun Zhao is angry!

She was a little scared and subconsciously acted to please him.

She kissed Jun Zhao's thin lips, and then a violent storm of erosion followed.

But the scene changed, why was it in a carriage?

Why is the Jun Zhao in front of him not wearing the noble purple robe, but an ordinary guard's robe?

Mu Luan's slightly furrowed brows deepened, and a heat rose unconsciously on her cheeks.

She still had a glimmer of hope, thinking that it was probably the fault of that cup of peach blossom wine that inexplicably mixed him up with the man from her previous life.

But how could she take the initiative to kiss Jun Zhao, who is still Mu Feng in this life?

impossible!

"I don't mind helping Miss recall. Miss's kiss is very tempting!"

This one sentence shattered all the hope in Mu Luan's heart.

With a nonchalant and teasing voice, Jun Zhao deliberately spoke the last few words very slowly.

His voice was magnetic and alluring to begin with, and when it was so close to him, it seemed to have the power to enchant people when it entered his ears.

Mu Luan covered her mouth without thinking.

The next moment, both of them froze for a moment.

It turns out that people tend to make mistakes when they are in a hurry.

For a moment, Mu Luan didn't cover her own mouth, but covered Jun Zhao's mouth.

Jun Zhao didn't move, allowing the soft palm to touch the cold lips. There was no evasion in his eyes, and there was even a hint of innocence.

Mu Luan suddenly had a headache, his eyes rolled around, and after a moment he said anxiously, "I can explain."

"Ah."

A deep voice came from Mu Luan's white and tender palm. Mu Luan felt a little itchy in her palm and curled her fingertips slightly.

His mind raced, and he decided to find a random excuse to get away with it.

When she looked closely, she saw Jun Zhao raised his eyebrows and stared at her leisurely, as if he could see through her perfunctory thoughts at a glance.

Mu Luan lowered her eyes guiltily, surprised that she actually did such a ridiculous and frivolous thing to the man in front of her.

But it should have been just a kiss and then they parted, and nothing more irreversible happened. After all, it was thanks to Jun Zhao in her previous life, and she still remembered the pain of that night clearly.

Recalling the cage-like life in the Regent's Palace in his previous life, Mu Luan's panicked eyes gradually became determined.

Jun Zhao clearly noticed the change in the woman's aura, and the dark color in his eyes gradually solidified.

Mu Luan met the man's calm eyes, was silent for a moment, put down her hand, and explained: "I drank a glass of peach blossom wine. I don't know what the wine was made of. It was very strong. I don't remember..."

Jun Zhao interrupted with a half-smile: "Miss, can you cover up the fact that you teased me by saying you don't remember?"

Mu Luan bit her slightly swollen red lips. The slight stinging pain made her mind clearer.

"I didn't mean to do that. You were the only one beside me, and I thought..."

"Why?"

Jun Zhao's voice was chillingly indifferent, "If it's not me, who does the lady want?"

He suddenly sneered again, revealing an unbridled smile, and asked, "Who else have you kissed, young lady?"

Mu Luan's heart trembled as she looked at his smile that was devoid of any warmth. She subconsciously concluded that this was a sign of his anger.

Naturally, she didn't dare to admit that the person she kissed was you in her previous life!

Mu Luan had no choice but to lower her eyes. Her soft voice was as small as a mosquito's, "I thought it was a dream."

Jun Zhao raised the corners of his eyes, and the dark color in his eyes seemed to be dissolved by something, and he stared at the woman in front of him with an unidentifiable expression.

The fingertips twisting the soft hair gradually stopped.

Did she mean that she thought it was a dream, so she kissed him?

Mu Luan pursed her lips, and after feeling the man's breath warming up, she pushed his chest uncomfortably and said, "You get up first."

Jun Zhao didn't move. He looked at Mu Luan for a long time before slowly withdrawing his hand that had been pressing against the hem of her skirt.

Mu Luan noticed his movements and when she glanced over, her eyes narrowed slightly.

He was holding a scorpion half the size of his palm in his slender white fingers.

The scorpion at the fingertips seemed to be grabbed at its vital point. It shook its poisonous stinger, and the next moment it suddenly stopped moving.

The haze in Jun Zhao's eyes disappeared, and he looked at the silent Mu Luan and said, "Miss, be careful. If you are bitten by this vicious scorpion, you won't be able to recover after just two days of rest."

Mu Luan looked at his face and was stunned for a moment.

The poisonous scorpions raised by Jun Zhao are no different from wild ones. The darker and more terrifying they are, the more likely they are to kill people with one bite.

However, even such a highly poisonous creature does not bite humans easily.

They seem to have been domesticated and need something like a trigger to arouse their bloodthirsty nature.

Mu Luan quietly observed the movements of the scorpion in his hand, not knowing whether it was strangled to death by Jun Zhao or had fainted.

She couldn't help but sigh that it was not easy to go out for a walk in the winter.

But at the same time, he also clearly realized that he had just been to the gates of hell.

Jun Zhao's eyes slid across her fair and soft cheeks, thinking that she would shrink into his arms in fear, but he didn't expect that there was no fear in her eyes, and she was actually staring at his pincers in a trance.

She was said to be brave, but she was extremely afraid of the dark; she was said to be timid, but she was not afraid of murderous insects.

Jun Zhao suddenly chuckled, and Mu Luan blinked and looked at him, that meaningful smile was both evil and sinister.

She couldn't remember how many times Jun Zhao had smiled so obscurely tonight.

But at least the coldness and sternness he had just shown was gone.

His breath was warm, caressing her cheek gently, with a hint of interest that could not be seen: "Miss, you don't seem to be afraid of this little bug."

Mu Luan was indeed not timid at all. A clean and gentle arc appeared on the corner of her mouth. She said, "I have seen people raising them before. They are docile in nature. If you don't provoke them, nothing will happen. We can live in harmony."

Have you ever seen anyone raising one?

Jun Zhao couldn't help but recall the kiss in the carriage.

Although the initiative was in his hands later, she was the first to feed him the lingering and sad feeling.

Who taught you to kiss so skillfully and seductively?