Mu Yan's lips were on Zhan Lan's neck, and he smelled the floral scent from Zhan Lan's body, her skin smooth like that of a baby.
Mu Yan got up in a panic, wiping a bit of blood from his lips.
Zhan Lan slowly woke up from the pain, she dazedly looked at Mu Yan sitting beside the bed, and after a long while, she touched her neck and scolded, "Mu Yan, are you a dog?"
Mu Yan tightly grabbed her wrist, his Adam's apple moved, and he coldly said, "Finally awake!"
Zhan Lan's cheeks were rosy as she glared at Mu Yan, "Mu Yan, you monster, you even bully me in dreams!"
Mu Yan frowned, wondering how this usually intelligent woman could become a completely different person after drinking.
Luckily, there were people outside to protect her, their martial arts skills comparable to that of his Hidden Guard.
If it weren't him, ordinary people wouldn't even be able to enter Zhan Lan's courtyard.