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

Song Wenjing was slightly startled when he heard the name, but he didn't think much about it and said, "Double Ninth Festival is a good time to climb mountains. I knew you were coming, so I thought of waiting for you at the foot of the mountain, but I didn't expect something urgent to happen.

When I got here, you had already gone into the mountains, so I had to stay here for a while."

Mu Luan recalled that when they were at the foot of the mountain, her second brother looked around as if he was indeed waiting for someone.

Could it be that the person he is waiting for is Song Wenjing?

"How about we take a walk together?" Song Wenjing suggested.

But Mu Luan had been walking for a long time and had not had time to rest since arriving at the temple, so his legs and feet were indeed a little sore.

Just as I was thinking about how to refuse, a deep and magnetic voice sounded, as clear and cold as a mountain spring.

"Miss."

Mu Luan's eyes narrowed, and she looked at him in surprise as he walked towards her step by step from the cave door on the other side, facing the sunlight.

Song Wenjing looked at the person who suddenly appeared with displeasure in his eyes.

The man was handsome and aloof, his black martial arts uniform outlining his slender waist, like a sword drawn from its sheath, making Song Wenjing's gaze even more profound.

"Why are you here?" Mu Luan asked puzzledly.

Jun Zhao looked straight ahead, walked past Song Wenjing, stood beside Mu Luan, lowered his eyelids and looked at her, "The Second Young Master was afraid that the young lady would wait for too long, so he ordered his men to take the young lady back to the mansion."

With just these casual words, Song Wenjing automatically classified him as a member of the Mu family's guards.

Although his aura is different from that of ordinary people, the Mu family is a military family after all, so the aura around them is naturally different.

The personal servant came hurriedly, looking as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

A moment later, Song Wenjing watched the man in black take Mu Luan away.

He frowned and stopped, staring in the direction where they disappeared for a long time.

Until the servant beside him reported, "Your Highness, the old princess is making a big fuss. All the servants who serve her have been punished. They insist on calling you back."

Song Wenjing retracted his gaze, glanced at the servant, and secretly clenched his fists, "Mother is really getting more and more outrageous!"

He angrily waved his sleeves and left the courtyard.

After Mu Luan left the bamboo forest, his steps became slower and slower.

Today is the Double Ninth Festival. The temple gate is crowded with pilgrims coming and going, and there is no room for carriages to stop.

Although Huaguang Temple is halfway up the mountain, the distance from here to the foot of the mountain is simply out of reach for Mu Luan now.

Her feet were sore and painful, so she thought about finding a place to rest for a while before going down the mountain in one go.

Just as she was thinking this, a dark shadow appeared in front of her.

The road in front of him was blocked, and Mu Luan stopped immediately.

I saw the tall and majestic back in front of me suddenly lowered.

Jun Zhao bent down, looked at her sideways, and said in a leisurely tone, "Come up."

Mu Luan's pupils trembled slightly.

Even Yinxin was startled.

Mr. Jiuyou seems to have good intentions, but there are differences between men and women. Carrying the young lady on his back in public might damage her reputation.

She wanted to remind him kindly, but she saw her young lady take a few steps back, shook her head and said politely: "No, I can walk down the mountain."

Although there are not many people on this bamboo forest path, there are so many pairs of eyes staring at you as you leave the temple gate.

She would have to be crazy to let him carry her down the mountain in public.

Jun Zhao stood up, turned around and looked at her, and smiled lightly, "With your speed, it will be dark when you reach the foot of the mountain. The suburbs of Beijing are not peaceful recently. Are you sure you want to travel at night?"

Mu Luan's beautiful peach blossom eyes stared at him in confusion.

Yin Xin hurriedly tugged at Mu Luan's sleeve, her face horrified, and whispered, "I heard that a group of bandits came to the outskirts of Beijing recently. They specifically committed crimes at night, and many young girls disappeared."

Mu Luan blinked, thinking that Jun Zhao was trying to scare her, but it turned out that things in the suburbs of Beijing were really not peaceful recently.

But after thinking about it carefully, she decided to rest for a while so that she wouldn't reach the foot of the mountain until dark.

Jun Zhao lowered his eyes to look at her delicate face, twisted his hands behind his side, and said with a smirk, "Or does the young lady want me to hug her..."

The word "hug" was about to come out of his mouth, and Mu Luan realized his intention.

Afraid that Yin Xin would become suspicious, he quickly stopped him and shouted, "Mu Feng!"

Her voice was short and soft, and her angry eyes were like a kitten with its fur standing on end.

Jun Zhao raised his eyebrows and smiled harmlessly.

He leaned lazily against the wall with one leg bent, seemingly waiting patiently for her to make a decision.

Mu Luan pondered for a moment and said, "Is there any other way down the mountain?"

Jun Zhao said without hesitation: "Yes, but it's a little far away."

Mu Luan immediately decided, "Yinxin, you go down the mountain first from this road."

Yin Xin looked at her young lady thoughtfully, then looked at the man who stood still, and said, "Yes, I will go to the foot of the mountain to wait for the young lady."

After Yin Xin left, Mu Luan bit her lip and said unhappily, "What exactly are you going to do?"

Since that rainy night, Mu Luan has never been alone with Jun Zhao again.

Even when changing the dressings, Mu Luan would order Yin Xin to wait by the side.

Even at night, she let Yinxin sleep on the small couch in the inner room.

Sure enough, Jun Zhao appeared in Shaoguangyuan less and less frequently, and never came to disturb her at night.

In recent days, he has completely disappeared from her sight.

Until today, it inexplicably appeared here again.

For a man like Jun Zhao who is full of calculations, Mu Luan just wants to stay as far away from him as possible and cut off all unnecessary private contacts.

Jun Zhao leaned in the shadows and stared at her for a moment.

The little girl really holds a grudge. Even after several days, she is still angry about what happened that night.

He reached out and pulled the person closer unexpectedly.

Mu Luan's eyes flickered, and she quickly leaned against the wall behind him to prevent her body from crashing into his arms.

Jun Zhao always has a light green woody scent on his body.

But today, there is an inexplicable smell of blood.

She didn’t know if it was because she had been with Jun Zhao for a long time in her previous life, but she was extremely sensitive to the smell of blood.

Although the smell was not strong, it was certain that he must have experienced a fight before coming to Huaguang Temple.

Maybe, he did it himself.

"Let go," Mu Luan frowned and struggled with his hands in resistance.

But he held it firmly in one hand, then lifted up the light pink sleeve, revealing half of the skin as white as snow.

There was also a bandage wrapped around it.

Jun Zhao turned around and pressed her against the wall. The smile on his lips faded, and his tone was emotionless. He said, "Don't move. Let me see your injury."

Mu Luan chuckled.

He knew better than anyone how this injury came about.

Now that he looks concerned, is he trying to pretend to be a good person and win her favor?

Does he really think he is so gullible?

"I don't need your fake kindness!"

Mu Luan struggled harder and harder, not caring at all about the wound that had just scabbed over.

Jun Zhao's eyes darkened, and he ran his fingertips through her hair, staring into her angry eyes, and said silently: "Otherwise, I will kiss you here."