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

Looking at the open white collar, revealing the slightly tender white cleavage, Jun Zhao let out a light click of his tongue impatiently and began to tie her silk skirt again.

He didn't mind doing anything, but the young lady was too shy, and if he really did something, it would probably annoy her even more.

Mu Luan finally enjoyed a moment of coolness, but it disappeared in an instant.

She frowned and squinted her eyes to see who was so annoying that she had to go against her.

"Jun Zhao...", she muttered softly.

Jun Zhao paused as he was tying his belt, and slowly lowered his eyes to look.

Mu Luan seemed to sense the cold air around him, and his anger immediately dissipated by half.

But her body still felt uncomfortable, and she subconsciously twisted her body to rub against the coldness in his arms.

"Help me, it's hot..."

Mu Luan whispered softly, completely ignoring the cold yet hot complex gaze above her head.

The next day.

Mu Luan slowly opened her sleepy eyes, and what she saw was not the familiar purple gauze curtain, but the empty dark roof.

She was stunned for a moment and tilted her head to look to the side.

Then he saw a dark figure sitting lazily on a chair with his back to him.

Mu Luan recognized it at a glance; it was Jun Zhao.

She rubbed her swollen head with her hand, and while supporting her weak body to stand up, she called out to the man softly, "Jun Zhao?"

Jun Zhao seemed to have just heard the noise. He twirled a sharp dagger in his hand and looked slowly at the person behind him.

The place was airtight on all sides, and not far away, a brazier was filled with jumping flames.

A cold light was reflected on the sharp weapon, and Yu Muluan's pale face shook slightly.

Mu Luan narrowed her eyes in excitement and dodged to the side. The mattress on her body slid down little by little as she stood up.

Jun Zhao stared with interest at the large area of ​​snow-white skin revealed in front of his eyes, and just when he was about to see the proud curves.

Suddenly, an arm as white and tender as mutton-fat jade crossed over and stopped the quilt from sliding down.

The cold light behind him stimulated Mu Luan's consciousness, and she gradually became clearer. Only then did she realize that she was naked under the quilt.

Without giving it time to think, she hastily pulled the quilt over herself.

Until only her little head was exposed, she glared angrily at the man who was staring at her without blinking.

The beautiful view was blocked, and Jun Zhao sighed with regret. The dagger in his hand swung faster and faster, and the blackness in his eyes was darker than the night.

Mu Luan felt a chill down her spine when she was looked at.

She didn't understand why Jun Zhao brought her here with a playful smile.

If she hadn't known that her body felt limp and powerless without any shameful pain, she would have thought that she was no longer innocent.

But the Jun Zhao in front of him was terribly cold. Even the warm light on his body could not hide the coldness in his eyes.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a cross behind the man, with many spots of dried blood on it.

Not far away there was a long table with various cutting knives on it.

Mu Luan just took a quick glance and then looked away in fear, shrinking back continuously.

But he accidentally rubbed the wound on his calf and couldn't help but hiss.

She hastily bit her lips, endured the pain, and looked at Jun Zhao standing beside the couch with trembling eyelashes.

She vaguely felt that Jun Zhao was not in a right state. His eyes were clearly cold and calm, but in her opinion, it was just suppressed murderous intent.

Mu Luan pursed her lips and said in a hoarse voice: "Mu..."

However, before she could finish her words, Jun Zhao raised his hand and swung the dagger in his hand towards her.

Mu Luan was so frightened that her body froze and she closed her eyes for a moment. The next moment, she heard a thud on the couch.

"What are you going to say to trick me, young lady?"

Jun Zhao's eyes were cold and his voice was chillingly indifferent.

Mu Luan clenched her hands tightly under the quilt, and unknowingly she felt a damp and hot feeling.

Only when I felt that the knife was not stabbing my body did I dare to open my eyes.

What caught my eye was a sharp dagger inserted upright into the bed board.

When her consciousness returned, Mu Luan was shocked to find that she had let something slip in her daze just now, and actually blurted out Jun Zhao's real name.

It was indeed from his previous life that his obsession with Jun Zhao was too deep, so even in this life, even when he looked at his harmless face, he would subconsciously think of him as Jun Zhao from his previous life.

Looking at his cold, aloof and sinister face, he is exactly the same as the paranoid and indifferent Jun Zhao in his previous life.

The funny thing is that she has been trying hard to put aside her past prejudices and treat Jun Zhao well in this life.

But what he got in return, wasn't he still his cold-hearted murderous intent?

Mu Luan pinched her palms with her fingertips under the quilt, suppressed her emotions, and quickly calmed herself down.

He raised his eyes and said frankly, "I did not deceive Your Highness. Do you really think that your identity is hidden so deeply?"

Jun Zhao never does business without benefits. Since he rescued me from the palace, it means that I am still useful in his eyes.

She still had bargaining chips, but what Mu Luan didn't expect was that the bargaining chip was actually herself!

Jun Zhao suddenly took a step forward, and his slender, cold white fingertips pinched Mu Luan's delicate chin, forcing her to look up and look at him.

Jun Zhao was tall, and when he leaned over, his shadow covered her like a mountain, carrying a sense of oppression.

"Miss, you are so smart, you should be able to guess what I am going to do next."

"If you wanted to kill me, why would Your Highness risk saving me in the bloody storm?"

Even though the light was blocked, the pair of watery eyes were still full of brightness, clearly imprinted in Jun Zhao's dark eyes.

Yes, when did he become reluctant to let her die and even became addicted to the sweet and soft fragrance on her body?

Probably the night when the stars were dim but the fireworks were bright.

Or maybe, even earlier.

Mu Luan looked at the face so close to him and guessed that her value to him was nothing more than a puppet that could summon the power of the General's Mansion.

Keeping her is much more useful than killing her.

Jun Zhao stared at the shrewdness that flashed in her eyes, his thin lips curled up in a teasing smile, and slowly let go of her hand.

His identity would eventually be made public, but he was discovered before the time came, by a delicate and weak woman.

It was the first time something unexpected happened, which was rare and yet inexplicably exciting.

"You are right. You are still useful to me."

Before Mu Luan could breathe a sigh of relief, Jun Zhao stretched out his arms and pulled her and the quilt into his arms.

A cold voice swept past her ears slowly, "Miss, you'd better not betray me, otherwise the consequences will not be something you can bear."

The cold fingertips with thin calluses pressed against the delicate white skin, and Mu Luan subconsciously wanted to dodge forward.

But in front of him was Jun Zhao’s hard chest.

This hiding seemed more like an impatient act of throwing oneself into someone's arms.

The hostility in Jun Zhao's eyes unconsciously dissipated. After a moment of silence, he kindly wrapped her slightly trembling body with the open quilt again.