Then, Wei Zan woke up reborn—returned to his youth. Once again, he was the high-spirited young marquis, and Shen Yuan remained the lonely, envious, frail invalid. Armed with memories of his past life and wearing a new attitude, he couldn’t resist teasing Shen Yuan, chasing after him with playful"Brother Shen" this and "Brother Shen"that. "Are you toying with me, young marquis?" The young Shen Yuan gripped his book tighter, gaze flickering as he finally gritted his teeth and spoke. "You know how narrow-hearted and jealous I am." "I know." He pecked a kiss by Shen Yuan’s ear, then laughed lazily. "But no one else is allowed.""Only me."