Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

Chu Ziyu waited for the effect of the medicine to pass, and then he opened his eyes at about the same time. What he saw was a bedroom with warm colors. Through the glass on the door, he could also see a large living room. Based on his years of experience in roaming the small world, he knew that there were no less than a dozen cameras in this room.

Chu Ziyu's consciousness spread out, and there was a bathroom.

This is a small suite in the villa. Chu Ziyu's spiritual sense covers the entire villa. When his spiritual sense gently passes over the small room with tightly closed windows and tightly drawn curtains, he can't help but frown slightly, and a hint of doubt and curiosity is revealed in his eyes.

So he concentrated his energy again, turned his attention to the room and observed it carefully.

"Tsk tsk, it turns out there's a peeping Tom hiding here!" A playful smile flashed across Chu Ziyu's face as he muttered to himself.

The walls of this small room were covered with a lot of photos, and all of them were about Chu Ziyu. Photos of Chu Ziyu from childhood to adulthood, even the day he fainted, were hung on the wall.

While Chu Ziyu was complaining to 6872 Ai, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but slightly rise, and even his eyebrows and eyes were filled with a happy smile.

"Really? If you want to, just ask me directly. This angle is really ugly. I'm still sleeping and my clothes haven't fallen down. My photography skills are just not good enough..."

Chu Ziyu was still blabbering on, but 6872 had already stuffed his ears with cotton, refusing to listen. He was just a turtle chanting sutras, showing off his affection would make him die quickly.

Chu Ziyu was so absorbed in complaining about the system that he completely ignored his own body's reaction.

Xie Lingan, who was watching Chu Ziyu's reaction through the monitor, felt his heart sinking. In his eyes, Chu Ziyu's lifeless eyes were open blankly, and the whole person was lying there lifeless, not moving at all.

His nails dug deep into his palms, and Xie Ling'an's hands loosened and tightened, his heart aching. He couldn't stand seeing Chu Ziyu so lifeless, as if he had lost his soul.

He stepped back from his seat, went downstairs and into the kitchen. When he came out again, the tray in his hand was already filled with seafood porridge and eight-treasure pickles that had already been cooked.

Xie Lingan carried the tray upstairs and gently pushed open Chu Ziyu's door. Chu Ziyu was still lying quietly on the bed. Although he had seen Chu Ziyu's appearance from the surveillance video, Xie Lingan's expression darkened when he saw it with his own eyes.

Xie Lingan walked to the bedside and gently woke up Chu Ziyu, "Xiaoyu, get up and eat." He said softly with concern in his tone.

Chu Ziyu seemed to come back to his senses. He slowly turned his head and looked at the tray in Xie Lingan's hand. Then he looked at Xie Lingan again. His confused expression was instantly filled with disgust.

In stark contrast to his facial expression, Chu Ziyu actually had a mad craving for food.

"Ah, my favorite pickles, ah, my favorite seafood porridge, with big shrimps in it, 6872!!!!!!"

He sat up and turned his head away so as not to look at Xie Lingan. He overturned the tray with his right hand, and the boiling hot seafood porridge poured directly onto Xie Lingan's exposed neck, which instantly turned red.

Xie Lingan gasped because of the burn. He subconsciously took a step back but still managed to steady the tray.

Seeing Chu Ziyu's resistance, a trace of pain flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

He quietly picked up the spilled food and said in a low voice: "If you don't want to eat, I can make something else. No matter what, you still have to take care of your body."

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave the room. However, just as he reached the door, Chu Ziyu's words made him stop.

"You can't stop me..." Chu Ziyu's voice was very calm, without even a trace of emotion.

Xie Lingan's back stiffened, but he did not turn around.