Lu Yanting had not fallen asleep at all, but Jian Ran had done something to him that left him conscious and able to open his eyes, yet unable to move his limbs.
A fire of anger burned in Lu Yanting's chest, but even more than anger, he felt worry.
Didn't Jian Ran know how dangerous it was to be alone with an old lecher like the Prince of Zhennan?
Did he have to walk straight into the tiger's jaws?!
In all the time they had known each other, Lu Yanting had never dared cross the line, afraid Jian Ran might be unwilling. How could he possibly bear to let anyone else touch him now?!
Especially a ghost!
He could hardly cherish this treasure he worshipped enough!
Lu Yanting stared with bloodshot eyes, nearly hurting himself from holding everything in. After an unknown stretch of time, he suddenly felt a change in his body.
It was as though a heavy weight that had been pressing down on his shoulders had been removed, leaving him suddenly light.
Could it be... the curse had been broken?
His guess brought Lu Yanting no joy. Instead, he grew even more worried-what price would Jian Ran have to pay to eliminate the nightmare that had plagued the Lu Family for hundreds of years?!
At that thought, his fingers flexed slightly. Then, the instant he sat up, heat surged in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
Lu Yanting had forcibly broken through the Talisman Spell. Had Jian Ran seen it, he would certainly have cursed, "Are you out of your mind? You'd even do something that damages your heart meridians?!"
He staggered outside, forcibly swallowing the blood in his throat, and strode into Southern City beyond the Guesthouse.
Within seconds, the boundless night