Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

His voice was soft, with a restraint unbecoming of a sentinel, "If you have any objections to the results..."

“Of course I disagree.”

Lin Ci'an grabbed his collar, his white gloves digging into the blood-stained collar. "You probably didn't just rely on your looks to get to S-rank..."

Lin Ci'an knew that in his previous life, Chu Ziyu hated this kind of frivolous speculation the most.

Sure enough, those eyes like icy lakes suddenly narrowed, and Chu Ziyu's pale knuckles clasped the edge of the table with such force that they trembled.

"Lin Guide,"

His voice was still cold, but it was like an undercurrent beneath the surface of the ice. "The ratings in the tower... are never a joke."

The silver wolf spirit suddenly lowered its front legs and let out a threatening whimper.

Lin Ci'an sneered, his fingertips maliciously pressing against the other's bleeding lips: "Then why don't you resist now?"

He lowered his voice, "Or... do you actually enjoy being treated like this?"

"You're joking."

His response was appropriate and distant, but the silver wolf's tail unconsciously wrapped around Lin Ci'an's calf.

Lin Ci'an narrowed his eyes.

This was what Chu Ziyu did in his previous life. He used the most restrained expression while allowing the spirit to do the most outrageous things.

"I..."

His Adam's apple rolled, and his cold voice showed a slight fluctuation, "No..."

Chu Ziyu leaned forward, blood dripping from the tip of his nose, leaving a small red mark on the ground between them.

His eyelashes trembled violently, like butterfly wings wet by a rainstorm.

This look made Lin Ci'an's Adam's apple roll subconsciously. He felt an inexplicable urge in his heart to see him cry, and his body moved faster than his consciousness.

He took a step forward and pinched Chu Ziyu's chin with his white gloves: "Why are you pretending to be so noble? Aren't sentries like you all-"

Before he could finish his words, he suddenly felt a wet touch on his palm.

Chu Ziyu's tongue tip gently swept across the bloody area on his glove, the movement was so fast that it seemed like an illusion.

By the time Lin Ci'an reacted, the other person had already turned his head to cough, and the pale tips of his ears were slightly red, as if he was ashamed of his own loss of composure.

"Feel sorry..."

His voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible. "Instinct..."

Lin Ci'an was lured, and his mental tentacles rose up uncontrollably, piercing fiercely into the other party's mental picture.

The spiritual tentacles pierce like a sharp knife!

——Then he froze.

Chu Ziyu's mental picture was not the sunny grassland in his memory at all, but a ruin in a snowstorm.

The white tower was entangled in iron chains, and crazy banging sounds came from inside.

"Don't look..."

Chu Ziyu suddenly held his hand, his palm burning hot, "It will dirty you."

These words were like lightning splitting the top of my head.

The first words of love Chu Ziyu said in his previous life were, "You are cleaner than the snowfield."

Now he says it will dirty you.

While in a daze, Lin Ci'an subconsciously began to guide Chu Ziyu's violent mental picture. After an unknown amount of time, the prompt sound indicating the completion of the matching ceremony suddenly sounded in the medical cabin, and the harsh electronic sound broke the strange silence between the two.

【Ding--】

[Spiritual Matching Completion: 97.8%]

【Permanent binding process has started】

Lin Ci'an suddenly released his grip on Chu Ziyu, took two steps back and bumped into the cold metal wall.

This number is 6 percentage points higher than in the previous life, which is simply ridiculous.

Chu Ziyu collapsed on the cushion. His silver-gray uniform had been soaked with cold sweat and stuck to his body, outlining his slender waistline.

His pale cheeks were abnormally flushed, and his lips were bitten by himself until they were bright red like blood, with several tiny cuts on them.

“Ah…”

He tilted his head back and gasped weakly, his long neck forming a graceful arc, his Adam's apple rolling gently with his breathing.

The pair of silver-gray eyes that were always cold and aloof were now covered with a layer of mist, with an alluring red tint at the corners of the eyes, and the eyelashes were wet and stuck together, trembling slightly with every rapid breath.

The silver wolf spirit body could no longer maintain its form and turned into a blurry silver mist, which wrapped affectionately around Lin Ci'an's wrist.

Chu Ziyu seemed to want to stop this instinctive closeness, and stretched out his hand tremblingly, but his hand fell down halfway, and he could only let out a nasal hum: "Hmm... Don't..."

His mental picture was still in an overly sensitive state, and any slight touch would cause a shudder.

When Lin Ci'an's spirit retreated, he unconsciously followed the warmth, arching his waist slightly, like a cat that was being rubbed comfortably.

"Lin...Wizard..."