Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

Chu Ziyu's breathing became rapid due to the severe pain, but the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

He deliberately let out a suppressed groan from his throat and looked at Lin Ci'an's face which turned pale in an instant.

I watched the lightning on his fingertips slightly scattered due to panic, and watched his lips tremble and he could hardly utter a complete sentence.

“Brother…be patient…be patient…”

Lin Ci'an's voice was so choked that it was almost inaudible, but he did not dare to pause for a moment in his hands' movements.

How could he bear it?

Lin Ci'an's heart felt like it was being gripped by someone, and the pain was so severe that he almost suffocated.

How many times had he hurt him with this sword?

In that small wooden house... Every time, Chu Ziyu just endured it silently, even if his sword energy pierced his heart, even if he pinched his neck and pressed him against the wall to question him, even if he nailed him through the chest with his own hands -

He never fought back.

Even now, he was in so much pain that his fingertips bled and his pupils were dilated, but he still said to him in a hoarse voice: "...Continue."

A fishy-sweet taste surged in Lin Ci'an's throat, as if something was tearing at his chest, causing him so much pain that he could hardly hold the Jingzhe Sword.

How could he...how could he be so cruel?

Be cruel to others, but even more cruel to yourself.

“Brother…”

Lin Ci'an's voice was hoarse and out of tune, and the lightning on his fingertips flickered due to his emotional fluctuations. "...I'm sorry..."

But Chu Ziyu just closed his eyes, and the blood on his eyelashes rolled down, leaving a glaring red mark on his pale cheek.

“…Don’t stop.”

The two light words were like a blunt knife, stabbing into Lin Ci'an's heart and crushing it bit by bit.

Chu Ziyu turned his face away to hide the wildly raised corners of his mouth, and the twisted pleasure in his heart was almost overflowing.

Right, that is it.

Love me, pity me, regret it——

Then, never let me go again.

This process was like scraping bones. Chu Ziyu's nails scratched countless marks on the edge of the medicine cauldron, but he never stopped.

When the last trace of sword energy was drawn out, Chu Ziyu had already exhausted his strength.

Mingyu, with red eyes, poured various rare medicinal herbs into the medicine cauldron, muttering, "Three hundred year old blood ganoderma... five hundred year old dragon pattern ginseng... all for you, kid..."

(Three days later)

Chu Ziyu leaned against the window to bask in the sun, her silver hair loosely tied with Lin Ci'an's hairband.

The three tails were swaying leisurely, and two of the broken tails had grown new fur.

There was a "dong dong" sound in the yard - Lin Ci'an was chopping wood, and he would glance out the window every time he swung the axe.

“Have you seen enough?”

Chu Ziyu suddenly spoke. The young swordsman's hand trembled, and the axe almost hit his instep.

Lin Ci'an rubbed against the window and carefully handed over a plate of osmanthus cake: "Brother... does it still hurt?"

Chu Ziyu suddenly reached out and grabbed the front of his collar.

When their noses touched, the cat demon smiled cunningly: "It hurts... Junior Brother Xiao An, do you want to...check it yourself?"

Lin Ci'an's ears turned red instantly.

In his panic, he knocked over the osmanthus cake, but heard a cough behind him - Xuanxiao and Mingyu were standing in the yard at some point, one with a blank expression and the other with a mischievous look on his face.

"Master! Uncle Master!"

Lin Ci'an was so panicked that he was at a loss for words. Chu Ziyu, however, lazily wagged his tail and said, "Disciple greets Master~"

The corners of Xuan Xiao's mouth twitched slightly.

Mingyu smiled and took out a jade bottle: "Recently refined Yao Yuan Dan, remember to eat it tonight..."

That night, Lin Ci'an stood outside the door holding his bedding: "Brother... I'll sleep next door..."