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

Mu Luan glanced at her tightly bandaged hand, then looked at Jun Zhao with her unfocused eyes.

Before she could ask any questions, she saw Jun Zhao touching her waist and his big hand fell on her red ribbon.

Mu Luan subconsciously reached out to cover his hand, and then heard Jun Zhao say, "Does it still hurt?"

He slowly moved closer, his voice like a hook, luring the restlessness in her heart.

Mu Luan's breathing was irregular, and the rationality she managed to maintain was so fragile that it seemed like it would be shattered at the slightest touch.

She shook her head, her eyelashes wet in clumps, and her whole body twisted uncomfortably.

Jun Zhao stroked her rosy cheek with his fingertips, and Mu Luan couldn't help but let out a comfortable moan.

Realizing her inner desire, she quickly let go of the man's hand and covered her mouth.

I was afraid that the unbearable sound would come out from my lips again.

However, her forbearance did not help her calm her confused breath.

Instead, it made her whole body surge with a wave of emotion.

She gasped softly, but she didn't know that the thin belt that had lost its defense was being torn apart little by little by the man's bony fingertips.

The black robe fell in front of her eyes, revealing her slender and stretched figure.

When the straight back bent, Mu Luan still had a glimmer of hope in her heart, and asked in a trembling voice: "Is there no antidote?"

Jun Zhao paused slightly, looking at the struggle in her beautiful eyes. There was a deep emotion hidden in her drooping black eyes.

He sighed softly, then buried his head in her neck, kissed her fair and delicate skin, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'll give you the antidote right away."

His nose was filled with the enchanting sweet fragrance. He took a bite, and a little red plum blossom fell on the collar as if in greed, but also as a punishment.

A tingling and painful feeling swept over her. Mu Luan felt as if he was going to swallow her up with every bite, and she gasped subconsciously.

I turned my head to hide, but he grabbed my waist and held me tighter and tighter.

She knew she couldn't hide tonight, and she didn't have the strength to hide, so she simply gave up struggling.

In fact, after that night in the secret room, Mu Luan found that she was not so resistant to getting close to Jun Zhao.

I don't resist, but this is on a carriage!

It's too absurd to do this in the wilderness.

While I felt comforted, I was also extremely anxious and uneasy.

"Jun Zhao, this is on the carriage!"

Although she was drugged, Jun Zhao was not, so she had to remind him sternly.

But looking at his arrogant demeanor, I don’t know who is the antidote for whom.

Jun Zhao raised his eyes slightly and stared at her panting face. His watery eyes had become wet at some point.

"Yaoyao."

Jun Zhao called her, his eyes burning, "We have already tried it in the carriage."

Staring into her misty and sparkling eyes, he said silently: "On that night with brilliant fireworks."

Mu Luan didn't even notice that he called her by her nickname.

His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and a few blurry images flashed before his eyes very quickly, but were quickly submerged in the chaotic consciousness.

She murmured hoarsely, "Really? Why don't you remember?"

Those few words seemed to have used up all her strength, and her body became extremely limp.

"Can not remember?"

Jun Zhao's eyes were so deep that they seemed to draw her in. He pecked her lips lightly, "It's okay. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future for you to remember it well."

His voice was hoarse and hot in the narrow carriage. Only Mu Luan was unaware of the approaching danger and moved uncomfortably.

I don't know what he touched, I only heard a muffled inhalation, and the next moment, Jun Zhao leaned over and kissed her lips, rubbing her fiercely like a wolf or a tiger.

Mu Luan didn't have a chance to breathe. She wanted to respond, but she was still concerned about something and was just being led by him for a while.

Jun Zhao felt her remaining resistance, and he exerted force with his hands. His slender fingertips tore open the hem of her skirt and touched her legs with the coolness of the night.

Mu Luan's whole body trembled slightly, and before she could utter a single sound, a very soft moan dissipated in Jun Zhao's slightly hot thin lips.

He freed one hand and touched the black sachet.

But apart from a few hidden pieces of powdered sugar, there was nothing he wanted inside.

He raised his eyes slightly.

Seeing the tears in her eyes, so gorgeous and charming, and the red corners of her eyes, blooming like wild peach blossoms.

She is extremely beautiful and gorgeous.

A dark light flashed across his eyes, and he stopped looking for the things in the sachet.

A strong wind blew past, and the candle flame went out with a puff. A wisp of green smoke dimly illuminated the two figures on the small couch.

The faint night light shone in through the small window and fell on the tangled clothes on the ground.

On top was a soft little dress with a light pink tint.

While she was not paying attention, Mu Luan's body was filled up by him, warming the corners of her eyes, just like the bright spring sunshine, with waves running wild.

Jun Zhao held her waist with such strength that it seemed as if he wanted to knead her into his flesh.

Sweat was oozing from his forehead, and the rising and falling scent of green wood fell on Mu Luan one after another.

I don’t know if it was the effect of the medicine, but at that moment, Mu Luan actually took the initiative to hook his head and kiss his lips.

Under the tide of passion, Jun Zhao exuded an aura of madness and enchantment. He entangled her tongue and responded deeply and passionately, listening to her constantly changing murmurs in his ear like a madman.

Jun Zhao thought, if he hadn't been preoccupied with other things tonight, he would definitely not just detoxify.

His young lady was such a charming enchantress that for a moment he just wanted to hug her body and cuddle with her.

Half an hour later, the noise of the carriage gradually died down.

Mu Luan closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

He was wearing a black robe, which made the marks on his neck look extremely bright.

There was no trace of paleness on her beautiful red lips, but the tear marks at the corners of her eyes became more and more noticeable, making her look so pitiful that it made people feel guilty.

Jun Zhao's fingertips with light calluses gently brushed the loose hair on her temples and gently wiped the tear marks at the corners of her eyes.

At this time, there was some movement outside the carriage, and soon Yingchuan's voice came, "Master, the clothes are here."

Jun Zhao didn't lift the curtain of the car, but reached out and took a bundle in.

Ying Qi looked at Ying Chuan shrinking his head and retreating, sighed deeply, and reported: "Master, Jiang Xia will arrive at the enclosure in a quarter of an hour."

In the carriage, Jun Zhao helped Mu Luan lean against him and carefully put her clothes on.

He did not respond to Yingqi's words, but asked in a deep voice: "Where did the clothes come from?"

Ying Qi stared at the carriage in confusion. Ying Chuan felt a chill on his back and quickly raised his head to look at the carriage. He said with a stiff face, "It was stolen... stolen from Miss Mu's tent."

Where could he find a suitable dress in such a remote place at night?

After much thought, he had no choice but to go back to the tent to get it.

"You read?"

Jun Zhao's voice did not contain any emotion, but was very cold.

Yingchuan hurriedly explained: "I didn't see it. The maid packed it for me personally."