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

Cheng Song's embrace was like the strongest shackles, and also the only eerie tranquility in the eye of the storm.

All of Lin Shen's struggles and resistance were silently absorbed and dissolved by this flesh and blood body.

The sharp pain from the side of his neck continued unabated, and warm blood soaked Cheng Song's black clothes and stained Lin Shen's pale, bloodless lips red.

The thick stench of blood, mixed with the lingering chill of the night dew emanating from Cheng Song and his own dry, warm aura, formed a strange yet familiar anchor, forcibly holding back Lin Shen's consciousness as it sank deeper into the abyss of darkness.

Amidst this boundless wave of pain, a sliver of light suddenly pierced the depths of Lin Shen's chaotic memories.

It's not a continuous sequence of images, but just a fleeting flashback.

Countless crossbow bolts, gleaming with a chilling blue light, tore through the air, their deathly shrieks echoing as they hurtled straight toward his heart!

The speed was too fast, so fast that he didn't have time to react and could only watch helplessly as the cold glint rapidly enlarged in his pupils.

The next second, a dark shadow, like the most loyal barrier, suddenly shoved him aside!

"Thud—" It was the muffled sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh, so close to my ears, so dull it made my heart race.

He staggered back and saw Cheng Song's suddenly pale face, and a fleeting pain and determination in those usually calm eyes.

The crossbow bolt struck him squarely in the body.

"Cheng..." He seemed to shout something at that moment, but his voice was cut off by immense horror.

……

The scene abruptly ended, vanishing like fragments, with many details remaining blurred and shrouded in a thick fog. But the figure that shielded him from the arrow, the profile twisted in agony yet unwavering in resolve, perfectly overlapped with Cheng Song, who was now tightly embracing him and enduring his bites!

It's him!

It's always him!

This realization struck Lin Shen like a thunderbolt, shattering the mental turmoil that had gripped him in excruciating pain. His clenched grip loosened involuntarily for a moment.

At that very moment, an even more intense headache struck again like a tsunami, more violent than ever before, as if countless red-hot iron rods were churning wildly inside his skull!

"Ugh—!"

Lin Shen let out a shrill scream, his body arching upwards, only to fall heavily back into Cheng Song's arms due to Cheng Song's restraint.

He released his grip on Cheng Song's mouth, then clutched his head again, his fingers almost digging into his skull. Blood seeped from his fingertips, mixing with the blood flowing from Cheng Song's neck, staining the area where the two had been in contact a mess.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!" Cheng Song felt the force of his jaw loosen. Before he could catch his breath, he saw Lin Shen's even more miserable condition, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

Ignoring the throbbing pain from the bloody wound on his neck, he wrapped his arms around Lin Shen even tighter, trying to suppress his near-self-harming actions.

"Imperial Physician! Why hasn't the Imperial Physician arrived yet!"

Cheng Song's eyes were bloodshot as he looked up and roared again. His voice was hoarse and unrecognizable, and the fear and violence contained in it made all the palace servants who came into his sight tremble with fear and fall to their knees.

"They've arrived! The Imperial Physician has arrived!" The sound of hurried footsteps and announcements finally came from the outer hall.

The elderly imperial physician, with his white hair and beard, practically dragged in carrying his medicine chest. Seeing the Crown Prince's gruesome state on the bed and the pooling blood on Cheng Song's neck and shoulders, he was terrified. But having weathered many storms, he forced himself to remain calm. "Quick! Hold His Highness down! Let this old minister administer acupuncture!"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Song immediately adjusted his posture, using his own weight and strength to firmly press Lin Shen's trembling and convulsing body into his arms. He freed one hand to tightly grip Lin Shen's wrist, which was trying to hurt him, and whispered in his ear, his voice carrying the metallic scent of blood and endless pleas.

"Your Highness...please bear with it...the imperial physician is here...it will be over soon...please...bear with it..."

Lin Shen seemed completely deaf to any sounds from the outside world, struggling only in the instinctive agony. But the familiar embrace and the intermittent, suppressed sounds of immense pain in his ears were like a faint thread, holding onto his last remaining consciousness.

The old physician instructed everyone to hold their breath and concentrate, then took out the silver needles, carefully located the acupoints, and quickly inserted them.

After a few needles, Lin Shen's violently trembling body seemed to have eased slightly, but his painful groans were still intermittent, and his consciousness was clearly not fully awake.

Cheng Song held him tightly, not daring to relax for a moment, feeling the subtle changes in the person in her arms, her heart still pounding.

The wound on the side of his neck bled again from the exertion and suppressed breathing, the blood sliding down his taut jawline and dripping onto Lin Shen's disheveled black hair and sweaty temples, spreading into a small patch of dark red.

He was completely oblivious, staring intently at Lin Shen's pale, paper-white profile, contorted with pain. Those usually calm and deep eyes were now filled with utter panic and a near-destructive agony.

Has Your Highness remembered anything? Was that momentary lapse in your grip because you recognized him, or simply because you were exhausted?

More questions and worries swirled in my mind, but at this moment, nothing was more important than the safety of the person in my arms.

He lowered his head and gently pressed his uninjured cheek against Lin Shen's burning forehead, a silent, blood-stained comfort.

Whether Your Highness remembers or not, whatever you have to endure, he is here.

It will always be there.