I Don't Want to Be a Charmboy【Quick Wear】

His gaze was like a hook, scraping inch by inch across Lin Shen's eyebrows, nose, and finally landing on his lips, which were slightly parted in shock and anger. His eyes instantly turned terrifyingly deep.

"Jiufangcheng!"

Lin Shen once again shouted in a low voice, using his full name, trying to suppress the obviously out-of-control beast with his power.

He struggled for a moment, but was held even tighter. Their bodies were tightly joined together, and he could even feel a noticeable change in the other person's body, which sent chills down his spine.

"Your Highness called my name; I am truly... honored."

Jiu Fangcheng grinned, revealing a set of white teeth that looked somewhat sinister in the dim light, but the obsession and fanaticism in his eyes were undisguised, almost scorching.

Instead of backing away, he took advantage of the situation and lowered his head, his high nose almost touching Lin Shen's neck. He took another deep breath and said, "Your Highness is quite different today."

Lin Shen frowned, his heart pounding rapidly from the excessively intimate and dangerous contact.

That scoundrel is utterly rude and outrageous!

But he simply couldn't really do anything to Jiu Fangcheng.

Although this fool is eccentric, he is really capable. At a young age, he has made great military achievements and is deeply trusted by his father, the emperor. He holds a large army and guards the southeast. He is as stable as a rock and has long been enfeoffed as the Prince of Jing. He is a powerful prince with great influence in the court.

Even earlier, when he was eight years old, Emperor Qi appointed Jiu Fangcheng as his martial arts master, and they were nominally master and disciple.

I don't know when it started, but this bastard sees him like a hungry wolf sees fresh meat, or a wild dog sees a bone.

A few years ago, they were more restrained, after all, Lin Shen was still young at that time, and Jiu Fangcheng himself was still a teenager.

But ever since these past few days, I don't know what triggered this stupid thing, but whenever he sees him, he's like a lit firecracker, his eyes shining, always looking for every opportunity to shamelessly pester him, and his behavior has become increasingly bold and outrageous.

Lin Shen no longer calls him "Master" in private; the "honorific" he bestows upon him is a series of strange and offensive names.

"Let go!" Lin Shen suppressed his resentment, his voice as cold as ice. "Does Prince Jing want me to punish you for a grave offense of disrespect?"

Upon hearing this, Jiu Fangcheng was not afraid at all. Instead, he buried his head in Jiu Fangcheng's neck and chuckled, the vibrations of his chest transmitted through the thin fabric of his clothes.

"Your Highness, are you willing to do this?" He raised his eyes, his gaze intense. "If I were imprisoned, who would purge the pirates of the southeast for Your Highness? Who would help Your Highness... deal with those lurking demons and monsters?"

His words were meaningful, but his fingers restlessly slid down the lines of Lin Shen's back. Even through the intricate fabric, one could feel the strength and possessiveness contained within.

Lin Shen's body tensed instantly, like a fully drawn bow.

He knew that Jiu Fangcheng was telling the truth, which was one of the main reasons why he had tolerated him until now.

Although this person is a scoundrel, he is exceptionally capable, and... seems to have an almost obsessive loyalty and desire for him. This complex relationship, in the turbulent court, is sometimes more solid than the pure relationship between ruler and subject.

"you……"

Just as Lin Shen opened his mouth, Jiu Fangcheng's thumb suddenly touched his lips, the rough fingertip caressing the soft curve, stopping him from finishing his words.

“Your Highness,” Jiu Fangcheng’s voice was hoarse, carrying a dangerous allure, “Don’t look at me with those eyes… I can’t help myself.”

"Can't help what?" Lin Shen sneered, turning his head to avoid his fingers. "Can't help being disobeyed and having your head chopped off?"

"To die for Your Highness would be my honor," Jiu Fangcheng grinned, speaking as if he didn't care at all, but his eyes were like those of a predator locking onto its prey, fixed on Lin Shen. "But before that..."

He suddenly leaned closer, his warm lips almost touching Lin Shen's earlobe, and said in a whisper that only the two of them could hear, "Your subject must first taste what it is like that you've been longing for all these years."

The moment he finished speaking, Lin Shen suddenly bent his knee and thrust it into his abdomen!

Jiu Fangcheng seemed to have anticipated this, and dodged to the side, causing the binding force to loosen for a moment.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lin Shen broke free and slashed at his neck with a backhand chop!

A glint of excitement flashed in Jiu Fangcheng's eyes, as if he was enjoying this "confrontation".

He precisely parried Lin Shen's wrist, and the two exchanged several quick moves in the narrow crevice of the artificial hill. Their movements were swift and fierce, creating a slight whistling sound.

As her robes fluttered, Lin Shen's hair ornament was knocked slightly askew, and a few strands of dark hair fell across her forehead, adding a touch of messy beauty.

Ultimately, the disparity in strength was too great, and Lin Shen had been drinking. After a few moves, Jiu Fangcheng once again found an opening and skillfully twisted one of his arms behind his back, pressing him even more tightly against the stone wall.

"Your Highness's skills have improved."

Jiu Fangcheng, panting, pressed against his back, his hot breath spraying on the back of his neck, his tone filled with undisguised admiration and even deeper infatuation, "But it's not enough... not enough to deal with me."

Lin Shen gritted his teeth in anger, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

That bastard! He's clearly bullying people because he's strong and has good martial arts skills!

"Jiufangcheng, if you don't let go, I'll call for help!" he made his final threat.

“Shout,” Jiu Fangcheng said confidently, even chuckling as he touched the tip of the boy’s reddened ear with his lips. “Let everyone see how their Crown Prince is… trapped in my arms. I don’t care about my reputation, but what about Your Highness?”

Lin Shen's breath hitched.

He does care.

The reputation of the crown prince must not be tarnished.

Sensing his stiffness, Jiu Fangcheng knew he had struck at his weak spot, so he softened his tone, which carried a strange sense of comfort and coaxing.

"Your Highness, do not be afraid, I will not really harm you... at least not now."

He loosened his grip, but his arms still encircled him, forming a firm embrace. "Your Majesty, I just... missed you so much. For months at the border, I thought of you every single day."

His voice lowered and became hoarse, carrying a hint of barely perceptible grievance and an intense, unyielding obsession, like a dense net that wrapped around the deep forest.

Lin Shen closed his eyes, forcing himself to calm down. Going head-on against this mad dog would only result in him suffering losses.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his surging blood, and said in as calm a tone as possible, "Prince Jing, release me. I can pretend that tonight's events never happened."

Jiu Fangcheng remained silent for a moment, seemingly weighing his options.

Finally, he slowly released his arm and took a half step back, but his deep eyes remained fixed on Lin Shen, as if he might pounce on him again at any moment.

Once he could catch his breath, Lin Shen immediately straightened his disheveled robes and adjusted his crooked hair ornament.

Without even glancing at Jiu Fangcheng, his voice returned to its usual cold and aloof tone: "If Prince Jing is drunk, he should return to his residence to rest early. I am tired, so I will take my leave first."

After saying that, he didn't linger and quickly walked out of the shadow of the artificial hill, as if a demon was chasing him.

However, his slightly unsteady gait betrayed that he was not as calm as he appeared.

Jiu Fangcheng did not stop him. He stood there, watching the figure disappear into the depths of the flowers and trees. He raised his hand and gently touched the burning handprint on his face, licking his lips with his tongue, as if savoring the sensation of that moment.

He chuckled softly, his eyes dark and wolfish.

"Your Highness, we... have a long future ahead of us."