The reborn sweet girl always wants to escape, but the abstinent prince hugs her and coaxes her!

Mu Rong's words "You please me" were like the sound of a dull bell, completely waking Xu Rongrong up from the great joy of finding the clue to the antidote.

Reason surged back like a tide, as if she had been pulled out of a passionate dream. She avoided Mu Rong's kiss and stepped back subconsciously with a hint of panic.

The reckless and passionate kiss just now was now like fireworks blown away by the cold wind, leaving only the faint warmth lingering between their lips and teeth, silently telling of the deep affection and unspeakable regret just now.

Watching the girl gradually retreat, the heat in Mu Rong's eyes slowly died down, replaced by loss and confusion that spread like a tide.

It was like a rare treasure being held carefully in the palm of one's hand and one was admiring it with great joy, but it was suddenly covered by a veil, becoming blurry and out of reach once again.

On a cold night, it was like a boundless, airtight huge black net, heavily covering the entire mansion.

The bitter wind was howling.

From time to time, a few dry leaves would hit the windows hard, making a rustling sound, as if complaining about the subtle atmosphere.

"Why?" Mu Rong looked deeply at the girl in front of him.

A quarter of an hour ago, she expressed her emotions so unreservedly and passionately that it seemed as if she wanted to melt him completely, but now, she has become so cold and distant.

Is it really just because he found a clue that can cure the cold poison in his body?

If the person who came in just now was not him, but someone else, would she have behaved the same way?

He touched the corner of his lips, which were still warm, with self-mockery, and waited stubbornly for her answer.

The fire crackled beside him, and the dancing light and shadows flickered on his face.

Xu Rongrong avoided his gaze.

But his body blocked her way, and she realized that the man in front of her was only wearing a white undershirt, which looked very thin in this cold winter night.

I think he must have woken up in the night and hurried to look for her, and hadn't had time to put on his coat and cloak. The thin cloth looked like a fragile barrier at the moment, and it could not provide any protection against the pervasive cold.

He was already infected with a cold poison, and his face looked even paler at this moment, with a hint of purple on his lips. He looked more sick and haggard, and he actually looked a little weak.

Mu Rong waited for a long time but got no answer, so he wanted to ask again.

But he saw her fair little hand reaching out, grabbing his sleeve, and gently pulling him towards the fire.

Mu Rong was slightly startled by the subtle movement. A complex emotion suddenly surged in his heart, with helplessness, touching and loss intertwined together, making him feel mixed emotions.

"Rongrong, you are really going to kill me." Mu Rong's voice was a little hoarse, mixed with some subtle grievances.

Just tonight, his heart was held up and put down by her, rubbed repeatedly, and was already covered with wrinkles.

Xu Rongrong seemed to be burned by these words and her body trembled slightly.

She knew what he meant, but she couldn't give any answer.

A quarter of an hour ago, I was overwhelmed by great joy, and I burst into tears instantly when he appeared.

Her body reacted before her mind did. She threw herself into his arms recklessly and kissed him irresistibly. Only when their lips and teeth were tightly entangled did she realize what she had done.

It was clearly she who teased him, but she was also the one who avoided him, like an unpredictable person.

She let go of his sleeve, but the next moment he grabbed her wrist tightly, not letting her leave.

Knowing that he couldn't escape, Xu Rongrong took a deep breath, tried to make her voice sound calmer, and said, "My Lord, although there are clues to the antidote, it is still unknown whether it can be implemented."

The four words "blood grass blood transfusion" seem simple, but how to implement it and what the effect will be are unknown.

She paused, then continued, "The most urgent thing is to discuss the implementation method with Mr. Shu. The other things will be dealt with after the poison is removed..."

"Is Rongrong running away?" Mu Rong interrupted her.

Xu Rongrong's heart trembled. Yes, she was running away.

Ever since she married into the Marquis's Mansion, and even since the day she was reborn, she had never thought about loving him again or giving him any response.

But for more than a year, none of the things that happened in her previous life happened again. She even suspected that the so-called previous life was just a dream.

He protected her, accompanied her, and even risked his own life time and again to save her.

Her feelings for him seemed to be getting out of control.

But is this really what she wants?

She turned her face away slightly, avoiding his gaze:

"My Lord, you think too much. You know that I have been unable to sleep or eat well these days in order to find a way to cure the cold poison. Now that I have suddenly found a clue, my emotions are bound to get out of control."

"My Lord, you are a first-rank military marquis. You have faced countless difficult situations on the battlefield. When you broke through the siege, didn't you feel so excited?"

She spoke those cold words word for word, but only she knew that her heart was filled with mixed feelings, with conflicting and complex emotions intertwined together, making her almost tormented.

She gritted her teeth: "These are all the same..."

"Okay, no need to say more." Mu Rong interrupted her. He was afraid that if she continued, he would lose control.

"Then let's do as Madam said and detoxify first." After saying that, he let go of her wrist and turned to leave.

The door of the tea room opened and closed again.

The falling leaves in the courtyard were just like her mood at the moment.