Jian Ran sat at the desk in the Guesthouse drawing Talisman Paper, while Lu Yanting watched beside him, his chin propped on his hand.
His gaze was so searing that Jian Ran's thoughts tangled into knots. At last, he could not help turning around to ask, "Enjoying the view?"
"Very much." A smile curled Lu Yanting's lips as he readily answered.
Jian Ran: "..."
How did that old saying go again?
You did not hit a smiling face.
Especially when that person was calling you good-looking.
Jian Ran felt his cheeks heat up. He turned away awkwardly and changed the subject. "What's your relationship with the Prince of Zhennan?"
"Hmm?" Lu Yanting made a questioning sound through his nose, sounding lazy and sexy. "I'm not sure. Grandpa never told me much about Southern City."
Something tickled at Jian Ran's heart, but he tried his best to stay calm. "You do look somewhat like the Prince of Zhennan. That Female Ghost is probably haunting you because she has some old grudge or entanglement with him, but doesn't dare approach him..."
"The Prince of Zhennan died with a lot of resentment. It's a miracle his corpse hasn't risen after all these years."
As he muttered to himself, Lu Yanting's eyes deepened. "What did you see inside the coffin? Why won't you tell me?"
Tell him what?!
Was he supposed to say that the Prince of Zhennan had wrapped himself around him, stared at him with eyes as scarlet as a demon's, and then called out someone else's name?!
Honestly, this defied science.
Even if reincarnation existed and Jian Ran was the person the Prince of Zhennan had spoken of, he had only transmigrated here a few years ago. How could it possibly...
"I didn't see anything." Until he had a definite answer,