Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

A pale blue halo flowed between the two people's overlapping palms. Chu Ziyu held his breath, afraid of waking up the sleeping person.

But Lin Ci'an didn't sleep at all.

When the slightly cool hand covered him, the young man kept his breathing even and pretended to be asleep.

He felt the demonic power flowing through his wound like a spring stream, bringing a slight itchy sensation - even more itchy than the wound was the madly beating heart in his chest.

Every time Chu Ziyu's fingertips brushed across a scar, his eyelashes trembled imperceptibly.

(Don't treat this...it will leave scars...)

(It’s better to keep it... All the injuries I suffered are for you...)

"Snowball..."

The sound of this dream talk was three points lower and hoarseer than usual, and the hot air behind his ears was also hotter than usual. Lin Ci'an took the opportunity to bury his face in the silver hair.

The scent of soapberries used for shampoo was mixed with the cold scent that belonged to cat demons, which reminded him of the bamboo forest on a sunny day after snow.

Chu Ziyu almost laughed out loud - Lin Ci's installation was quite similar, but it was a pity that the arms around his waist were too tight, and the muscles were as hard as a branding iron.

(Ah, I can only cooperate with this childish ghost...)

He pretended to unconsciously tighten his arms and heard the suddenly disordered breathing of the person in his arms as he wished.

The warm breath deliberately brushed across the most sensitive skin on Chu Ziyu's neck, and the young man curled his lips in the dark.

Three months ago, he discovered that every time his breath swept over this place, the tips of the cat demon's ears would turn a lovely pink.

Now that piece of skin was trembling slightly with his breathing, like moonlight wrinkled by the wind.

(Shaking...)

(It’s very comfortable...)

Chu Ziyu froze and didn't dare to move, but Lin Ci'an took advantage of the situation and rubbed the back of his neck with the tip of his nose.

The young man could picture the curve of the neck even with his eyes closed - the touch was more delicate than velvet, and the light blue veins were faintly visible in the moonlight, reminding him of the soft hair on Chu Ziyu's throat that he loved to be stroked when he was a kitten.

(Will you cry if you bite it...)

(Still scratching my back harder...)

Only when he heard the breathing of the person in his arms gradually stabilized did Lin Ci'an relax his restraints a little.

But Chu Ziyu suddenly snuggled into his arms, and the feeling of her hair brushing across his chin made him tense up.

The young man's cool knee accidentally rubbed his calf, and Lin Ci'an almost couldn't pretend anymore - this was even more difficult than the night he discovered that the cat had transformed into a human.

(Damn it...)

(This little monster definitely did it on purpose...)

The moonlight filtered through the newly built fir beams, casting tiny spots of light on Lin Ci'an's eyelids.

He squinted his eyes and saw Chu Ziyu secretly grasping a corner of his clothes, just like a kitten's habit of hugging its tail when sleeping.

This discovery made his chest feel hot, and he couldn't help but tighten his arms around her slender waist.

(mine...)

(My my my...)

The cry of a night owl was heard outside the house, and Lin Ci'an counted the shadows cast by Chu Ziyu's eyelashes on his cheeks.

When Chu Ziyu finally relaxed completely and fell asleep, the young man quietly placed his lips on the small red mole behind his ear - the forbidden area that was covered by his hair during the day now became a secret seal under the moonlight.

(Stamped...)

(Can’t run away...)

Chu Ziyu whimpered unconsciously in his dream, the ending sound trembling like a kitten.

Lin Ci'an immediately stroked his back with the palm of his hand, sliding it down slowly like stroking the fur of a furry kitten, until it stopped at the hollow of his waist.

The steady breathing rate he felt under his fingertips finally made him dare to open his eyes and use his gaze to take in every inch of the person in his arms.

(temporary...)

(Let this go on forever for now...)

On the day the wooden house was completed, Old Man Chen sent a pair of red candles.

The villagers cooked a pot of stew in the newly built stove, and the aroma filled the whole yard. Lin Ci'an drank two more cups of rice wine, took Chu Ziyu's hand and insisted on teaching him to recognize the constellations.

"That's the Big Dipper, that's the Vega..." The young man pointed at the night sky and suddenly turned to look at him, "Xuetuan, will we continue to live like this?"

Chu Ziyu looked at his profile illuminated by the candlelight, and suddenly remembered the young man who asked him one hundred and fifty years ago, "The road to becoming an immortal is long, are you willing to walk with me?"

Now, as time goes by, they actually have a home in the world.

"Um."

He nodded slightly, his silver hair fluttering in the night breeze, "Always like this."

Lin Ci'an smiled and took out a wooden carved kitten from his arms - it looked exactly like Xuetuan.

"Here you go." He stuffed it in with some embarrassment, "You didn't do well..."

There are patterns carved on the ears of the wooden kitten, which are exactly the same patterns as when Chu Ziyu was a nine-tailed cat demon.

He was shocked, but saw that the young man looked normal, as if he had just carved it casually.

Late at night, Chu Ziyu curled up on the newly carved wooden bed - this was the furniture that Lin Ci'an insisted on completing first.

The moonlight shone through the window, drawing diamond-shaped spots on the ground. He couldn't help but reach out to catch the swaying light and shadows like a cat.

“Got it.”

Lin Ci'an suddenly grabbed his wrist, his eyes full of smiles, "We, Xuetuan, are still as patient as kittens."

"I have a name."

Chu Ziyu tried to pull his hand back in embarrassment, but the young man pulled him into his arms.

The newly dried quilt exuded the smell of sunshine. Lin Ci'an rested his chin on the top of his head and said sleepily, "Go to sleep. I'll make you fish tomorrow..."

Outside the house, the autumn wind swept through the newly planted bamboo forest, and the rustling sound was like a lullaby.

Chu Ziyu listened to the steady heartbeat beside his ear and slowly closed his eyes.

Three months after the wooden house was completed, the first snow fell in the village.

Chu Ziyu, wrapped in a rabbit fur cloak, squatted on the doorstep, watching Lin Ci'an sweeping the snow in the yard.

The white breath exhaled by the young man dispersed in the morning light, the ends of his hair were stained with tiny ice crystals, and the rustling sound of the broom sweeping across the snow reminded him of the days when he was a child practicing in the snowy mountains.

"Snowball!"

Lin Ci'an suddenly turned around and took out an oil-paper bag from his arms. "These are wedding cakes given by Aunt Wang. Her second daughter is getting engaged today."

Chu Ziyu took the cake which was still warm from his body temperature. The honey filling was so sweet that it was sickening.

He nibbled on it and watched Lin Ci'an squatting in the snow and drawing with a branch - this time it was not a house structure, but a strange symbol.

"Aunt Wang said..."

The young man suddenly coughed, his ear tips brighter than the red paper of the wedding cakes, "Our house is in need of a door god."

The pattern drawn by the branches gradually became clear on the snow: two cats, one silver and one black, were coiled around the double happiness character, with their tails tied into a love knot.