Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

When rainwater seeped in through the cracks in the thatched roof, Chu Ziyu was curled up in Lin Ci'an's arms and taking a nap.

He vaguely felt a drop of coldness falling on the tip of his nose, and subconsciously rubbed it against the young man's warm chest.

“It’s leaking.”

Lin Ci'an's voice was hoarse from just waking up. She gently brushed away the water droplets on the tip of his nose with her fingers, "I'll go get a basin to catch it."

Chu Ziyu reluctantly let go of the hand that was grabbing the other person's collar and looked at Lin Ci'an walking barefoot on the wet mud.

Ever since Chu Ziyu transformed into a human form, Old Man Chen’s house could no longer accommodate him, so he moved into the same room with Lin Ci’an.

Over the past three months, he has gotten used to this kind of intimacy - as a cat, crawling into bed was natural, but after transforming, Lin Ci'an felt restrained for a while.

When they first moved in together, Chu Ziyu squatted beside the bed, his silver hair falling on his shoulders, glowing softly in the candlelight.

He stared at the two beds that Lin Ci'an had made, and the tip of his tail swayed slightly unconsciously - although the tail had disappeared after he turned into a human form, this habitual little movement would still pop up from time to time.

"You sleep in the inner bed."

Lin Ci'an was adjusting the pillow with her back to him, her voice a little higher than usual, "I don't sleep well, I'm afraid I'll crush you."

Chu Ziyu narrowed his eyes. Three months ago, when he was still a cat, Lin Ci'an never worried about crushing him.

At that time, the young man always opened the quilt and let the cat crawl in. Even if he woke up in the middle of the night and found that the cat was not around, he would reach out and grope around in a daze until he pulled the cat back into his arms before continuing to sleep.

“It’s so cold.”

Chu Ziyu suddenly said softly, rubbing his arms.

The night wind in early autumn was indeed chilly, but far from freezing. He stole a glance at Lin Ci'an's reaction and saw that the young man's back had obviously stiffened.

"I, I'll go get you some thick clothes."

Lin Ci'an turned around and was about to walk out, but a white hand grabbed his sleeve.

“Don’t bother.”

Chu Ziyu raised his head, deliberately letting the candlelight shine on his slightly pale face, "Wasn't it always... warmer to sleep together?"

Lin Ci'an's Adam's apple rolled noticeably. He heard the roar of his blood, and a rusty taste rose in his throat - he didn't know when he had bitten through the inner wall of his mouth.

The candlelight cast flickering shadows on his well-defined face, hiding his always gentle eyes in the darkness.

"It's different now, Snowball."

His voice tightened. "You are now... in human form."

“What’s the difference?”

Chu Ziyu tilted his head, his silver hair sliding down his shoulders, revealing a slender neck, "I am still me."

As he spoke, he had already lifted a corner of Lin Ci'an's quilt and nimbly crawled in.

The quilt still retained the warmth of the young man's body temperature, mixed with the scent of sunlight and a faint scent of soapberry.

Chu Ziyu sighed with contentment, curled up like a cat, and deliberately placed his cold feet on Lin Ci'an's calves.

"Hiss—" Lin Ci'an took a breath, but did not dodge. Instead, he subconsciously reached out and held the cold foot, "Why is it so cold?"

Chu Ziyu smiled secretly in his heart.

"Maybe... the transformation consumed too much demonic energy." He whispered, and rubbed towards Lin Ci'an until their arms were almost touching.

He could feel the young man's muscles tense instantly, but he forced himself not to retreat.

Lin Ci'an stared at their arms, which were almost touching, and imagined vines growing from his blood vessels, wrapping around this snow-white wrist forever and marking it. This morbid fantasy made his throat tighten, and he had to turn over and face the wall.

Lin Ci'an was silent for a moment, finally sighed, lifted the quilt and lay down.

But he deliberately kept his distance, almost sticking to the edge of the bed, as if Chu Ziyu was some dangerous beast.

The night wind came in through the window, causing the candlelight to flicker.