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

Mu Luan was stunned for a moment, her delicate cheeks flushed with a faint blush.

She knew that Jun Zhao would not give up easily once he went crazy.

But he never knew that his face was thicker than the city wall behind him.

But on second thought, isn't this Jun Zhao?

He doesn't know what shame is!

Mu Luan held his breath, neither of which could be relieved. He still clenched his fists stubbornly, secretly competing with him.

Jun Zhao stared at her stubborn little face, not wanting to give her any leniency, instead he bent his head and pretended to kiss her.

Mu Luan was feeling a little angry, but when she saw that handsome face suddenly coming towards her, she was startled, loosened her grip and quickly turned her head away.

The cold lips slid along the corner of her mouth and across her cheek.

The closer you get, the more obvious the bloody smell becomes.

Mu Luan's jaw was tense, and her curled eyelashes trembled slightly as her eyes rolled around.

Jun Zhao just stared at her without blinking, his nose filled with the sweet fragrance from her body, which was very tempting.

He suddenly felt an itch in his heart.

After not seeing it for a few days, he actually began to crave this taste, it’s so soft and he really wanted to taste it.

But the little girl was fierce and still angry...

The two of them were in a stalemate for a moment. Seeing that Jun Zhao didn't move, Mu Luan pulled her lips and softened her tone, "Where did you go just now?"

Jun Zhao didn't wait for the little girl to look back, and he backed away in boredom.

He took her hand seriously and looked down at her wound.

Because the skin is fair and delicate, the wound looks even more hideous.

He took out a small round box and applied the milky ointment.

"I went to hunt geese and killed a stinky rat."

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips again, and he glanced at Mu Luan's expression.

I thought I would see disgust or fear on her face, but the little girl just bit her lip and shrank stiffly with her arms.

Jun Zhao was silent for a while, lowered his head, and blew gently on the scabby wound with his thin lips with warm breath.

Leaving a tingling sensation.

Mu Luan endured the sensitive trembling, curled up her pink fingertips and clenched them, saying in a hoarse voice: "Itchy."

Jun Zhao raised the corner of his eyes, saw her trembling and leaning against the wall uncomfortably, and suddenly laughed.

The deep and magnetic voice made his handsome face look even more evil and flamboyant.

Mu Luan was embarrassed for a moment and glared at him unhappily.

Jun Zhao raised his eyebrows, still smiling.

He quickly re-tied the bandage and placed the black medicine box in her hand.

"Take this, once every morning and evening, it won't leave scars."

As he spoke, he turned around, bent down slightly, and said in a calm voice, "Come up."

Mu Luan held the medicine box in her hand in a daze, looking at his back, vaguely feeling that something was going to happen.

But she still tightened her knuckles and didn't refuse.

After hesitating for a moment, she finally climbed up his neck and lay on his back.

Jun Zhao carried the person steadily on his back and walked down the mountain.

But he took a secluded path.

Quiet but beautiful like a dream.

The temple behind me gradually disappeared into the mountains, and was replaced by green mountains on both sides and handsome peaks reaching into the sky.

Clear springs gurgle down from the mountain waterfall, and the dense maple forest seems to fall into a ray of morning glow. Flowers bloom under the roots of the trees, full of vitality and fragrance.

The man in black carried the girl in a light pink dress on his back and walked steadily towards the foot of the mountain.

Walk over rugged rocks, cross wide rivers, and travel through the woods as if you were walking on flat ground.

Mu Luan was on his back, with a breeze in her ears. Looking around, she saw the cold forest, the solemn stream, and the vast mist.

Before Mu Luan got on the carriage, she paused as if she sensed something and looked back at Jun Zhao.

He looked calm, just as he was when she left here years ago, doing his job conscientiously.

But when the carriage had traveled some distance, Mu Luan lifted the curtain.

The man who always stood by the car window had already left in the opposite direction.

He didn't catch up.

East Palace.

From time to time, there were bursts of suggestive moans coming from the bedroom.

The two young eunuchs stationed outside the door had numb expressions on their faces, as if they were used to it.

"Brother Prince, Lan'er can't take it anymore," a charming voice came out in a suppressed voice from the bed curtains.

From afar, two overlapping figures were vague in the hibiscus bed curtains.

After a stick of incense, Jun Qizheng waved open the bed curtains, and a charming scent spread out.

He was half wearing his inner shirt, with his belly sticking out, and was about to stand up when a white and tender hand came up from behind, rubbing his chest from time to time, and then moved down.

Just when they were about to touch each other, Jun Qi grabbed the rebellious hand and said with a faintly unstable breathing: "Lan'er, let's stop here today. I'm tired."

The curtain was lifted, gradually revealing Su Lan's stunningly beautiful face.

How could she bear to let go of the meat in her mouth? She pressed her soft body against his back and whispered softly in his ear, "Brother Crown Prince, do you really want Lan'er to leave?"

The charming voice echoed in his ears. Jun Qi was already unstable, and a surge of energy continued to surge down.

He pulled the curtain, turned over and pressed her down, impatiently pinching her waist, with a lewd smile on his face, coaxing: "Then don't leave, Lan'er will stay here tonight."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was another round of irregular breathing sounds.

It was not until one stick of incense had passed that the bedroom finally calmed down.

Su Lan's face was flushed. She rested her head in Jun Qizhen's arms, her fingers circling his chest from time to time.

Jun Qi was feeling itchy, so he grabbed her hand, put it to his lips and kissed it, and said softly, "My dear Lan'er, do you miss it again?"

Su Lan pulled her hand out of his palm and said coquettishly, "It's obviously the prince who wants it. Lan'er can't stand it."

Jun Qi laughed as if he was pleased. Just when he was about to kiss Su Lan's lips, Su Lan dodged with a pout.

"What's wrong?" Jun Qizheng frowned slightly and put his arm around her shoulders.

Su Lan straightened her loose hair, turned sideways and looked at the person beside her, tears of grievance hidden in her eyes, and said hesitantly: "The prince and I are already husband and wife, when will the prince marry me as his concubine?"

When Jun Qizhen heard this, the delicate touch in his hand seemed to be thorny. He avoided her gaze and let go of her shoulders.

"Hasn't this already been agreed upon? When you are pregnant with my child, my mother will naturally agree to let me marry you."

"But I have already moved into the Eastern Palace. I am staying here without a name or status. Brother Crown Prince doesn't know how people outside view me, an unmarried woman."

Su Lan bit her lips gently, tears couldn't stop falling, looking pitiful and sympathetic.

That day, she suddenly received a message from the prince in her mansion, saying that he had something important to tell her.

When they arrived at the Eastern Palace, they found that the prince was ill and his condition was very serious.

Moreover, her aunt who was the queen was also there at the time. In order to win her aunt's praise, she took the initiative to stay and take care of the prince.