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

After a moment of stalemate, he gently held her hand and took it away.

He lowered his eyes and glanced coldly at the wound that was in the way, then pressed down on her, hugged her tightly, his voice hoarse and with a hint of hostility.

"Miss, you owe me. You can't deny me access next time."

The tip of Mu Luan's ears was red, her breathing was trembling, she moved impatiently, and glared at him unhappily, "Don't you know how much blood you have lost? Get up quickly."

Jun Zhao took a deep breath and stared at her with dark eyes.

Feeling the strong momentum, Mu Luan immediately understood something and froze, not daring to move.

In the end, Jun Zhao pulled away, tied the ribbon that someone had bitten off on her with his own hands, and put her clothes on meticulously.

Mu Luan sat on the bed, letting him with a gloomy face smooth her slightly messy hair, then he slowly untied the bloody bandage, stopped the bleeding and applied medicine.

Looking at the wound that was bleeding again, Mu Luan couldn't help but gasp.

But he looked calm.

Is the pain so severe that you are numb?

When Jun Zhao picked up the new bandage to wrap it, Mu Luan couldn't help but reached out to take one end of the bandage.

She opened her arms and hugged his chest, covering the wound in circles.

The sweet and soft fragrance, which was close yet distant, floated along with the black hair, swaying under Jun Zhao's eyelids again and again, and an itchy feeling arose in his heart again.

Mu Luan picked up the scissors, cut off the excess part of the bandage, checked it carefully, and said, "Okay, take good care of the wound and don't let it get wet."

Jun Zhao didn't reply, but just stared at her porcelain-white face.

The candlelight in the stone chamber became much brighter at this moment, casting a warm layer on her face, as if dispelling the chill in the room.

After a long silence, Mu Luan pursed her lips and looked into Jun Zhao's deep eyes filled with lust.

"It's getting late..."

"I'm afraid I can't remember it. Miss, why don't you stay by my side and remind me from time to time, okay?"

Jun Zhao tilted his head to look at her, half of his face facing away from the candlelight, his cold, thin lips lightly curled, his fingertips occasionally tapping her thigh.

Mu Luan curled her fingers tighter in her sleeves.

If she cannot face up to their relationship at this moment, she may very likely repeat the same path as in her previous life.

If she was really kept by Jun Zhao, she would be his bird in a cage for the rest of her life, and it would be another tragic life.

Besides, it is impossible for Jun Zhao to stay in this secret room without sunlight forever.

Not only could she not help him here, but she would also become the target of an ambush by the enemy, putting the Mu family and Jun Zhao in a difficult situation where they were unable to do anything.

Mu Luan knelt on the bed, raised her head and kissed the corner of his lips that had returned to their cold state, and said bluntly: "I know you want to keep me, but it's not the right time yet, Jun Zhao. My family will be worried, just like I can't bear to see you get hurt."

She paused and said, "I really have to go back to the Mu Mansion."

Jun Zhao licked the softness on his lips, looked at her calmly for a moment, and said meaningfully: "If you don't stay, you may not have another chance in the future."

Mu Luan's eyes were firm, yet with a hint of tenderness, "Let me go."

Jun Zhao's fingertips slowly stopped tapping, and he lifted Mu Luan's chin and said softly, "Miss, your mouth is really irritating."

"Well……"

He pushed her lips and teeth apart, grasped the black hair at the back of her head, and kissed her fiercely...

When Mu Luan returned to Shaoguangyuan, the setting sun penetrated the horizon, casting the last touch of warmth.

Jun Zhao sent her back and left the Mu Mansion without saying a word, as if he was angry.

Mu Luan looked at the sunset glow in the courtyard that disappeared along with him, feeling mixed emotions.

After a long time, when it was getting dark, I heard a loud complaint from inside the house, "Strange, why do I feel dizzy after sleeping?"

Yinxin tilted his neck and twisted it back and forth, feeling numbness and soreness all over his body.

He looked up and saw his young lady standing motionless at the door. He patted her cheek to wake her up, ran over and said, "Miss, you're awake!"

She tilted her head to look at the courtyard, which was just beginning to see some light, and murmured, "It's not even daybreak yet, why are you up so early, young lady?"

Mu Luan looked back at her tired face and vaguely guessed something in her heart.

He blinked calmly and said with a worried look on his face, "It's not dawn, it's dark. You slept all day, Yinxin."

"what?"

Yin Xin cried out in disbelief, ran out of the room, and stretched his neck to look at the sky, "How could he sleep all day long?"

Mu Luan explained guiltily: "Maybe... maybe you were exhausted these days, so you overslept..."

"Tired?"

Yin Xin doubted herself and said, "Isn't it just the same as usual?"

Mu Luan didn't say anything more. She suppressed the slight smile on her lips and turned back to her room.

half a month later.

The night is as dark as ink, and the stars and moon are dim.

Halfway up a mountain, from a distance, you can faintly see a flickering fire.

Nearby, more than twenty men in black, holding long swords and half-bending their bodies, slowly approached a brightly lit dormitory.

A tall figure was reflected on the screen window.

When they were only two or three steps away from the dormitory, the candle in the room suddenly flickered.

The black figure also continued to tremble, and finally with a puff, as the candlelight went out, the figure in the room also disappeared.

The black-clothed leader frowned and waved his hand fiercely, "Go, no one will be left alive!"

"Yes!"

Upon hearing the sound, most of the men in black clenched their long swords, kicked open the door, and swarmed into the dormitory.

Not far from the door was where the figure was.

At this time, there was no one there.

Just as they were about to search, the door suddenly closed behind them.

The black-clad leader standing outside the door suddenly felt something was wrong and shouted, "Come out quickly, there's an ambush!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door in front of him slammed shut from the inside.

Then, a bloody streak suddenly appeared on the doors and windows, and screams were heard from the house one after another.

The leader in black looked horrified, and did not rush in. Instead, he led the rest of the people to retreat quickly back to the courtyard.

Looking at his slaughtered companions, cold sweat slid down his forehead into his black veil.

He hesitated for a moment, turned around and wanted to leave, but he saw a dark shadow standing faintly under the huge white magnolia tree in the courtyard.

The faint moonlight was hazy, and shadows were reflected on the man's face.

Even for him with excellent eyesight at night, it was difficult to discern the man's expression.

But the dagger in his hand flashed a cold light into his eyes from time to time.

Although the black-clad leader had a solemn expression on his face, he was not panicked. The remaining men immediately stepped forward and surrounded the man.

He observed for a moment, and said with certainty in his tone: "You are the nineteenth prince!"

The man said nothing and approached with steady steps.