The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

Drunkness eroded her sobriety.

Thick eyelashes drooped softly, casting a shadow on the snow-white face.

The silver bracelet wrapped twice around the young man's wrist has a snake head at the end and is engraved with obscure Sanskrit characters.

"Qi...Qihehe."

Not his name.

Jiang Zhan bent down, approached her slowly, and repeated over and over again, "Your Highness, this is Jiang Ziqian."

"Jiang Ziqian...?" The girl hesitated to say his name.

There was a smile in the young man's eyes, "Well, Your Highness is so good."

He slowly straightened up, his beautiful face as clear as cold white jade was soaked in the coolness of ice and broken snow, his eyes flashed slightly, and there was a light smack on his lips.

Zhong Yingying also looked over there and suddenly frowned, "Is that Qi Yu?"

Jiang Zhan was noncommittal, his Adam's apple rolled, and an inaudible sigh escaped from his crimson lips, "Sister Zhong, please keep an eye on His Highness here, I'll go help him."

Zhong Yingying looked up curiously at the young Bodhisattva-like face.

The cinnabar mole between the eyebrows is as eye-catching as blood.

The young man was already walking towards the other end of the pavilion connected to the corridor——

Qi Yu was surrounded by several young people in gorgeous clothes. There was a bright red mark at the corner of his eyes. He lowered his eyes and looked resigned.

Jiang Zhan strolled leisurely and stood in front of Qi Yu.

She squinted her eyes and looked at him for a moment.

Suddenly he smiled and raised his chin with contempt and disdain, "You, a rotten person, are worthy of standing next to His Royal Highness?"

The young man's clear black and white pupils, which were soaked in snow, clearly flashed with viciousness.

The teenagers who bullied Qi Yu stood beside Jiang Zhan.

Obviously they are close friends.

And Jiang Zhan is the most popular one.

Qi Yu raised his hand, his finger bones glowed coldly in the sunlight, and his cold fingertips touched the corners of his eyes. He pulled his lips and said nothing.

His eyes slowly fell behind Jiang Zhan.

Why doesn't she come?

Why did she let these people humiliate him?

Jiang Zhan's insightful eyes seemed to see through the person in front of him. He sneered, "You want to ask why His Highness doesn't come to support you? Oh, don't be stupid, Mr. Qi. Your Highness is just treating you like a poor kitten or puppy. That’s all, I advise you not to think about things you shouldn’t think about, otherwise, it won’t be so simple next time.”

The boy's soft fingertips played with the bell boredly.

The soft and beautiful eyebrows are slightly drooped.

"Here you go!" The moment the girl behind him exclaimed, Jiang Zhan calmly suppressed the vicious look in his eyes.

Qi Yu stood in front of Pan Shu calmly and dignifiedly, looking at her distantly, "Your Highness."

The girl didn't hear the indifference in his voice, but anxiously held his wrist, her voice filled with tears, "Who's hurt? Does it hurt?"

Qi Yu pushed her away, "Stop pretending."

Fake kindness.

He clearly allowed those people to hurt him, humiliate him, and reduce him to nothing.

She held him high again.

Do you want him to rely on her and fall in love with her?

pity--

He won't love her.

"I was wrong," Qi Yu rubbed the red marks at the corners of his eyes with his fingertips. His cold face had a fragile beauty, "I am a sinner, and I have a low status, but I still have delusions about His Highness that I shouldn't have. ,I will not do it again."

The girl's eyes turned red at his words.

She opened her eyes slightly so that tears would not fall, "What are you talking about?"

Jiang Zhan stretched out his hand to support the girl's shaky body and said obediently, "Your Highness, Young Master Qi had some disputes with others just now. He probably spoke indiscriminately when he was angry. Your Highness, please don't blame Young Master Qi."

Zhong Yingying followed behind and sniffed her nose silently.

Why is the smell of Biluochun so strong?

Qi Yu raised his eyes angrily and pointed at Jiang Zhan, "Do you want him or me?"

The boy blinked innocently.

Pan Shu rubbed her brows with a headache and said in a gentle tone, "This is a matter between the two of us. Why bother with others?"

Qi Yu was rarely stubborn, and his mind was filled with what Jiang Zhan had just said to humiliate him.

"Who do you want?"

His fingertips trembled slightly, and he lowered his eyes to hide his uneasiness.

Jiang Zhan also listened quietly to Pan Shu's answer.

The bright and handsome face was half hidden in the gloom, and the expectant light in his eyes swayed and flourished.

Panshu's indulgent attitude was as usual, "You should have known my thoughts since I took you out of prison. Qi Yu."

Qi Yu raised his eyes and looked at her intently, stretched out his hand, "Then why don't you come and hug me?"

The girl threw herself into the arms of Qi Yu, who was tall and tall.

The elegant and refreshing cedar scent hits your face.

Qi Yu's strong arms slowly tightened, with a hint of anxiety and temptation, "No one has ever firmly chosen me. Once Your Highness chooses me, you can no longer do without me."

"it is good."

"Your Highness, I want to go back. The snow viewing party is boring."

"it is good."

"Your Highness will have dinner with me tonight."

"it is good."

"..."

No matter what Qi Yu said, Pan Shu always said yes.

The only remaining young man stood in the pavilion, his hands tightly clenched into fists, and his beautifully trimmed nails dug out a few teeth in his palms. The smell of blood was faint.

He raised his eyes numbly.

The wet eyes followed Pan Shu closely, like a puppy abandoned by its owner.

The heat was so hot that it seemed to burn a hole in Ban Shu's body.

Pan Shu looked at him helplessly, "Jiang Ziqian, why are you staring at me?"

Jiang Zhan was stunned for a moment, then curled his lips and said, "That's great. Your Highness has remembered Ziqian's name."

The fire in the young man's eyes suddenly went out, and he lowered his head in confusion, "Your Highness, Zi Qian has never had any close friends in Beijing, and he is not as talented and popular as Young Master Qi. Zi Qian really envy him."

Qi Yu's eyes passed over him coldly.

"If you are willing, you can come to my house to see me often in the future." The girl softened her heart, considering that he was a relative of her good friend Zhong Yingying.

Jiang Zhan's previously silent eyes suddenly lit up in surprise.

He suppressed his excitement and asked cautiously, "Is it okay? This won't disturb Mr. Qi, right?"

"No, Qi Yu has always been kind to others."

"That's... great!" The smile on the young man's lips paused for a moment, then deepened without any barriers the next second, as heart-warming as the sun.

Different from Qi Yu who is as cold as the moon.

The young man is like the scorching sun.

People can't help but want to get close.

Pan Shu couldn't help but laugh.

Qi Yu looked at the two of them quietly, his eyes getting colder and colder until there was no warmth at all.

The night is cold as water.

The girl drank some fruit wine during the day and accidentally drank a glass of strong wine in Qi Yu's yard at night.

Cheeks flushed.

The next second he fell straight down.

She was a good drinker and would just fall asleep quietly when she was drunk.

Under the bright white moon, the bright red plum blossoms overlapped with the red marks at the end of Qi Yu's eyes. His cold eyes wandered little by little over the girl's pretty, blushing face.

"My father and mother raised me to be a respectful, gentle, sage and good gentleman. They used the most stringent etiquette and dogma to discipline me," he murmured in a low voice. "What they wanted was never Qi Yu. What they wanted was, It is an artifact that can bring marriage value to the family."

Qi Yu slowly lowered his head and gently rubbed his cheek against the girl's warm forehead.

"No one has ever loved me firmly."

"Since Your Highness loves me, why can't you just love me?"