The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

"Your Highness?!"

Jiang Zhan's originally depressed mood was swept away, and he strode forward in disbelief and hugged Pan Shu tightly.

As if he was afraid that she would disappear.

Pan Shu clapped his hand in a funny way, "I'm about to be strangled to death by you."

The young man hurriedly relaxed his strength.

"Zi Qian never expected His Highness to choose Zi Qian. Being His Highness's concubine is already a blessing earned by Zi Qian in his previous life." He blushed and lowered his head to kiss the girl's soft red lips.

His whole body trembled like an electric shock.

As their lips and teeth intertwined, the boy's rough kiss gradually deepened, adding a trace of confused lust.

His dark pupils were dim and deep, as if hiding a wild beast that was ready to move.

Feeling the girl's affection, the young man's cold hands slowly opened her clothes. Pan Shu was so stimulated by the sudden coldness that she trembled all over.

She pressed his hand gently, opened her eyes to look at him, and then slowly let go.

This is undoubtedly tacit approval.

Jiang Zhan curled up his thin crimson lips, looking charming and handsome.

The red attire made his skin as white as snow and his lips as red as blood.

He is as handsome as a god above the nine heavens.

The sharp tips of the teeth lovingly left ambiguous red marks on the girl's body, like red plums blooming in the snow.

Heartbreakingly beautiful.

The crystal tears in the corners of Pan Shu's eyes wetted the young man's strong shoulders.

The red candle swayed gently.

Outside the window, the moon slowly disappears into the clouds.

Pan Shu clung to the young man's shoulders, her long eyelashes gently scratched Jiang Zhan's slender neck, and breathed softly, "Slow down, slow down..."

Jiang Zhan paused.

He stopped motionless, lowering his head to admire the girl's beautiful eyebrows that were frowning due to unbearable emotion. Her beautiful snow-white skin was covered with a thin layer of pink, and she was dripping with fragrant sweat.

The boy sucked her red lips gently in fascination.

The low and pleasant voice coaxed, "Your Highness...whatever you want, just do it yourself, okay?"

The bell on the cold white wrist jingled and made a sweet sound.

His wrist bones are beautiful.

The snake's head seemed to be pressed into the flesh, it was gorgeous and beautiful.

No sleep for one night.

Before the long night was over, the young man slowly took off the silver bracelet on his wrist, took Pan Shu's hand, and firmly put the bracelet on her wrist.

A red mark on the thin, snow-white wrist contrasted with the delicate and shining bracelet.

The young man's hot thin lips touched Pan Shu's ear and whispered, "Your Highness, Ziqian has trapped you."

This bracelet that kept him safe and sound for 16 years——

now.

He just wanted to give it to her.

The boy thought.

If Buddha really favors him.

He only wished that His Highness would have a smooth life, a safe life, and a happy life.

It doesn't matter even if there is no Jiang Zhan.

But Jiang Zhan is an evil ghost that he can't get rid of.

He will haunt his Highness for the rest of his life.

The next day.

Yesterday was too ridiculous, today her back is still sore, Pan Shu couldn't stand firm and almost fell down.

Fortunately, Jiang Zhan's quick eyesight and quick hands supported Ban Shu's waist and he survived.

"Your Highness, be careful." Jiang Zhan felt refreshed.

The sound of the bell on her wrist attracted Pan Shu's attention. She raised her eyes to look at the boy in surprise, "Why did you give me this bracelet?"

"As His Highness said, Zi Qian is a person blessed by Buddha. Zi Qian wants His Highness to be blessed by Buddha as well."

Pan Shu was startled.

She looked soft and rubbed the lines on the bracelet with her fingertips, "You are thoughtful."

Lan Yu's hair was carefully combed by Pan Shu, and while combing it, she said, "Your Highness, the Lord has been waiting since last night until now. According to the Lord's attendant, the Lord has not slept all night."

Jiang Zhan leaned quietly against the edge of the door and raised his eyebrows casually when he heard Lan Yu's words.

A strange glimmer appeared in her beautiful and well-behaved eyes.

Sensing the girl's embarrassment, Jiang Zhan took the comb from Lan Yu's hand in time and gently ran it through the girl's thick and smooth black hair. It was like fine silk and felt surprisingly good.

"Your Highness does not need to take care of Zi Qian. Your Highness came to accompany Zi Qian last night. Zi Qian was already very happy. It is normal for the Lord to be unhappy. Your Highness should go and comfort the Lord."

This is said with a certain degree of advance and retreat, and is quite skillful.

Pan Shu tightened her lips with a knowing smile, and raised her lips lightly, "Ziqian is so generous."

The young man lowered his soft round eyes.

"Ziqian just doesn't want to embarrass His Highness."

After accompanying Jiang Zhan to finish breakfast, Pan Shu slowly left Jiang Zhan's room.

Shen Zuan's room was opposite Jiang Zhan's.

Several plum blossoms withered.

The door opposite was suddenly pulled open from the inside.

A smiling peach blossom face came into view.

The young man was holding a feather fan in his hand, smiling, and his eyes were affectionate. When he looked at Pan Shu calmly, his eyes were full of dark emotions.

Just one look—

Banshu is sure.

He just Shen Zui.

Unable to explain her emotion, Pan Shu curved her lips and smiled softly.

But he thought of Shen Que inexplicably.

It's a pity that there is no more Shenque in this world.

Without waiting for Pan Shu to walk towards him, Shen Zhuan strode to stand in front of Pan Shu. He lowered his head and looked at her deeply, as if he wanted to combine her voice and smile with the person in his memory.

"I am back."

Came back alive.

In that cannibalistic punishment plane, he was the only one who survived.

No one knows that the thug with blood on his hands relies on love to survive, even if he was once so desperate that he was hovering on the edge of life and death.

"Well, congratulations." Pan Shu curled her lips slightly.

Sensing an uncomfortable gaze, Shen Zui raised his eyes and met Jiang Zhan's eyes before he could look back.

Desperadoes wandering on the verge of death are most sensitive to the likes and dislikes of others.

This man hated him.

Shen Zui smiled slightly, it didn't matter, he also hated this person very much.

Jiang Zhan ignored the probing look in Shen Zui's eyes and stood obediently beside Pan Shu, "Is this Mr. Shen?"

"You should call me Zhengjun." The smile on Shen Zui's face faded, "You still have to abide by the rules."

"I heard that Mr. Fang has just returned to the capital recently. I don't understand the rules in the capital very well. I need to learn them carefully so as not to lose His Highness's face outside. After all, Mr. Fang represents His Highness now."

Shen Zuo kills people and punishes his heart, and he sees blood for a while.

Jiang Zhan's face turned pale.

The thin and thin figure shook.

His background is not as good as Shen Zui's, and his knowledge and etiquette are naturally not as good as Mr. Shen's, who has been familiar with poetry and books since he was a child.

Jiang Zhan is extremely vulgar, and his learning skills are not up to par.

He was walking alone, trying his best to reach His Highness.

The young man's eyes were red and he lowered his head and said nothing.

Pan Shu felt a little soft-hearted. She gently held the boy's cold and trembling hand, "Don't be afraid."

The smile on Shen Zuan's lips completely disappeared.

His eyes flickered, "Your Highness, do you think what I said is wrong?"

"Ziqian is still young, don't embarrass him." Pan Shu glanced at him and spoke in a gentle and clear tone.

Shen Zuo sneered and glanced at Jiang Zhan meaningfully.

He spoke slowly, "Pretend."

I don’t know if I’m talking about Jiang Zhan or Pan Shu.

Pan Shu pretended not to know and scolded Shen Zui for a few words.

The news in the mansion leaked out quickly, but in just half a day, the servants in the mansion understood that Jun Jun could not neglect him, just because Jun Jun was favored by His Highness.

"Your Highness, Tianzhu is here. Do you want to summon him?" Lan Yu asked warmly.