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

It is late at night now, and a girl staying outside for no reason will always be criticized.

Notifying Su Qinghe also preserved Su Lan's reputation on the surface.

Su Lan didn't expect the Fourth Prince to be so thoughtful, and she was deeply touched.

After expressing his gratitude, he chatted with the Fourth Prince for a while.

Soon Su Qinghe came, expressed her gratitude in person, and took Su Lan away from the Fourth Prince's Mansion.

After Mu Luan returned to Shaoguangyuan, he didn't even have dinner and lay down on the couch out of exhaustion.

Yinxin was worried that the young lady couldn't bear it, so she took the initiative to go to the other courtyard and asked Mr. Jiuyou to prescribe some calming medicine.

After all, she discovered that only the medicine prescribed by Mr. Jiuyou would be taken by the young lady obediently.

Mu Luan thought she would fall into a deep sleep soon.

But even though my eyes were closed, confused thoughts kept swirling in my mind.

She hunched inward, her eyeballs rolling from time to time under her eyelids.

Thinking of something, Mu Luan suddenly opened his eyes.

She actually forgot a crucial part.

She hasn't taken the contraceptive soup yet!

Mu Luan supported himself and climbed up little by little.

She clearly remembered that after experiencing a painful night in her previous life, she developed a high fever the next day.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a solemn-looking nanny standing in front of the bed, holding a bowl of black medicine in her hand.

Without further ado, he ordered someone to pull her up from the bed.

She looked at him with contempt and arrogance, and said, "The regent's child cannot be born from a lowly person who has committed a crime!"

As he said this, he ordered the maids to hold her shoulders on both sides, pinch her jaw and force the medicine into her mouth.

The medicine was poured so hard and fast that she choked, not surprisingly, and almost coughed out her heart, spleen, and liver.

Since then, for half a year, every time Jun Zhao came to stay overnight at her house, he would see the vicious and mean nanny the next day.

Fortunately, Jun Zhao didn't come very often during that half year.

Even after the first time, Mu Luan didn't see him for nearly two months.

But for some reason, Jun Zhao came to see her more and more frequently afterwards.

It was not until half a year later that he let her move into his own bedroom.

It was after that that the nanny seemed to have disappeared, and Mu Luan never saw her again.

When Mu Luan thought of this, she placed her palm gently on her belly, her beautiful peach blossom eyes filled with determination.

She can't be pregnant!

If she gets pregnant, she might become the next Su Lan.

When Mu Luan thought of Su Lan's miserable appearance of being disemboweled, her eyes were filled with fear and she hurriedly lifted the gauze curtain.

For a moment she even forgot to put on her embroidered shoes and staggered towards the outer room with her bare white feet.

As soon as he stepped out of the curtain, he ran into a strong embrace.

The man stood up calmly and quickly reached out to support the unsteady person in his arms.

Mu Luan trembled in fear and grabbed the clothes around the waist of the person who came.

Looking up, the fear and timidity had not yet faded away, and it was completely reflected in Jun Zhao's dark eyes.

Jun Zhao frowned slightly, his eyes were dark and deep, unfathomable.

He never understood where the extreme fear of him that occasionally flashed in her eyes came from.

Mu Luan had recovered from her shock, frowned, and hurriedly withdrew from the man's arms.

She twisted her fingers, trying to calm her restless breathing, and made her voice as calm as possible, "Why are you here?"

Jun Zhao didn't reply. His emotionless black eyes swept across her slightly pale face, then he lowered his eyes to look at her feet that were moving backwards nervously.

Mu Luan noticed Jun Zhao's gaze, looked down, and suddenly realized that she was not wearing shoes.

The pink and round toes curled up shyly, as if there was still a hint of burning touch left.

Mu Luan hurriedly pulled the hem of her skirt to cover her feet.

It was a pity that the skirt was not long enough, and it swayed lightly and gracefully, making the faint frosty white more conspicuous.

Mu Luan's hands, which were holding onto her dress, tightened unconsciously.

The candlelight on the flower-branch floor lamp flickered, casting a flickering dark color on that handsome face.

Just as Mu Luan was secretly annoyed at how short the nightgown was, a pair of black shoes and boots came into her sight, and a thick shadow like ink fell over her head.

Sensing Jun Zhao approaching, Mu Luan was startled for a moment, raised her eyes and stepped back on her heels.

But before he could take a step back, he was pressed into the arms of the person in front of him.

Mu Luan wanted to struggle and push him away, but she saw the man handing the food box to her and said in a calm voice, "Take it."

She subconsciously reached out to catch it, and then her body lightened and Jun Zhao picked her up by the knees.

Mu Luan stopped herself from screaming and stared at his profile warmed by the candlelight.

"You don't have to hold me, you can walk now."

Her voice was soft, with a barely audible hint of anger.

Jun Zhao didn't say anything, he just carried the person to the small couch under the window and put him down.

"It seems that next time, I have to work harder so that the young lady won't have the energy to run around barefoot."

Mu Luan listened to the words of the mad wolf and glared at him shyly.

How come this person has no sense of shame!

I was not upright in my previous life, and I am not righteous in this life.

The tone was calm and natural, like a casual conversation.

Mu Luan moved her lips as if to curse, but she swallowed the words back in frustration after he bent his knees and squatted in front of her.

Jun Zhao reached out and held her ankle. The cold touch stimulated Mu Luan to retract her foot.

I was shocked and confused. She didn't really sprain her ankle, so why was he holding her foot?

The next moment, Jun Zhao took a clean towel and wiped her dirty feet.

Mu Luan's heart trembled. Even the regent who was respected and honored in his previous life had never been so humble as to do this.

She quickly pulled her foot back and said flattered, "Since I know your identity, there is no need to do this."

Even if he was just Mu Feng, she would never ask him to do such a thing.

Besides, the floor in the room is cleaned by maids every day.

It is not dirty and is very cool. It is so comfortable to put it against the soles of your feet in the summer.

Jun Zhao's broad palm held her ankle neither lightly nor heavily, and he looked up at her seriously.

Mu Luan suddenly didn't dare to struggle anymore. She awkwardly moved her eyes away, which inadvertently fell on the food box on the small table beside her.

Trying to break the embarrassing atmosphere, he asked casually, "Is this prepared for me?"

Jun Zhao glanced at the food box, hummed in a very low voice, lifted her other foot, and continued to wipe it gently.

Mu Luan moved her fingertips and opened the food box. What appeared in front of her was a plate of exquisite pastries.

It looks soft and sticky, and it tastes really good.

"Where did this come from?"

What she was sure of was that this pastry was definitely not made by the chef in the mansion.

Although the chef in the mansion has good cooking skills, he still needs some effort to make a dim sum so eye-catching.

Jun Zhao threw the towel aside, pulled a chair and sat down in front of Mu Luan, and said slowly: "Someone gave it to me."