Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

Lin Ci'an's fingertips trembled slightly, and finally he slowly raised his hand and placed it lightly on Chu Ziyu's palm.

The moment their fingertips touched, he felt the rough calluses on the other person's palm - exactly the same as he remembered.

"Lin Ci'an."

He heard his voice become eerily calm. "Nice to meet you."

The medical officer hurried in, "Sentry Chu must undergo immediate mental counseling! The matching ceremony can be postponed—"

"Need not."

Lin Ci'an suddenly tightened his fingers and smiled his first smile since his rebirth in front of Chu Ziyu's slightly surprised eyes. "Let's start matching now. After the matching, I will help him to relieve the pain."

Light blue spiritual tentacles lit up at his fingertips, and he skillfully probed towards the other person's temple, just like countless times in his previous life.

But when the contact was about to happen, the silver wolf spirit gently bit his sleeve.

"Feel sorry."

Chu Ziyu coughed up a mouthful of blood foam, his silver-gray eyelashes casting a shadow on his pale face. "My mental picture...is not very stable."

These words almost made Lin Ci'an sneer out loud.

In the previous life, it was this kind of weakness that made him willingly jump into the trap.

He knew better than anyone what kind of terrifying control power was hidden under Chu Ziyu's so-called "unstable" mental picture.

The light screen in the matching room lit up with a cold blue light.

[Testing mental compatibility...]

Lin Ci'an stared at the numbers jumping on the light screen. The 91% matching rate was exactly the same as in his previous life.

He remembered his surprise at the time, but now he just felt his stomach churning.

“What a surprise.”

Chu Ziyu leaned against the edge of the testing cabin, his collar stained with fresh blood. "I didn't expect it to be so high."

Lin Ci'an lowered his eyes and adjusted his sleeves, suppressing the hatred in his eyes. "Sentryman Chu doesn't seem happy?"

"Happy?"

Chu Ziyu suddenly leaned in closer, his breath tinged with the smell of blood brushing past his ear, "Guide Lin, if you are not satisfied with me, don't force it."

Lin Ci'an's fingertips curled up slightly.

Chu Ziyu was too close, so close that he could even see the blood beads on the other's silver-gray eyelashes, and the faint curve on the pale lips - he was smiling, a broken and beautiful smile.

Damn it... I have to say that Chu Ziyu's appearance really reflects his sexual fetish.

Lin Ci'an cursed in his heart, hatred surging up, but his chest felt like it was stabbed by something sharp.

Chu Ziyu looked so fragile now, so fragile that it reminded him of his previous life, when he was abandoned in the slums and his mental state was decayed.

——Why is he looking at me like that?

——Why does he pretend to be so innocent?

Lin Ci'an almost sneered, but his mental tentacles trembled slightly uncontrollably, as if he instinctively wanted to get closer and comfort.

He clenched his fingers violently, digging his nails deep into his palms.

No, this is not soft-hearted.

This was just to get even better at getting back at him.

Let him rely on me, trust me, and then destroy him with my own hands - just like he once did to me.

“Force?”

Lin Ci'an slowly raised his eyes, a cold smile on his lips, "Sentry Chu thinks too highly of himself."

He raised his hand and gently wiped the blood on Chu Ziyu's lips with his fingertips. His movements were as gentle as if he was wiping a precious piece of porcelain, but his eyes were as cold as ice.

“I was just wondering…”

He leaned forward slightly and whispered in Chu Ziyu's ear, his voice as soft as a venomous snake's tongue, "Without me, how long can a sentinel like you on the verge of collapse hold on?"

Chu Ziyu's pupils suddenly contracted and his breathing stagnated slightly.

——He is in pain.

Lin Ci'an sensed this clearly, and a twisted sense of pleasure surged in his heart, and the hatred in his heart had a small outlet.

“Cough…cough cough…”

Chu Ziyu suddenly bent over and coughed violently, blood oozing out from between his fingers, splashing a dazzling red color on the white floor tiles.

The silver wolf spirit whined and rubbed its head gently against its master's calf.

In the matching room filled with the smell of disinfectant, Chu Ziyu was wiping the blood from the corner of his lips.

A corner of the stand-up collar of the silver-gray uniform was dyed red, like a red plum blossom blooming in the snow.

“And a 91% match rate?”

Lin Ci'an suddenly sneered, "Is there something wrong with the system? This kind of rubbish that could have a mental breakdown at any time..."

The ears of the silver wolf spirit body suddenly drooped.

Chu Ziyu paused in his wiping motion, his knuckles turning slightly white. When he raised his eyes, for the first time, tiny cracks appeared in those eyes that military magazines had always praised as "clear as an icy lake."

“Guide Lin.”