Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

His spiritual tentacles were no longer under control, and like a wild beast, they crazily invaded Chu Ziyu's image, wantonly stirring, branding, and possessing it—

"Stop...Lin Ci'an!"

Chu Ziyu's voice was hoarse and broken. He tried to resist and pushed Lin Ci'an away with the help of his sentinel's strong physique, but the permanent combination program had locked his mental power.

"drop!"

The life monitor suddenly flashed a red warning.

Chen Mo was about to rush in reflexively, but was held back by his colleague.

"You are stupid!" the colleague lowered his voice.

"Didn't you see the 97.8% match? Their mental images are almost melting into milk tea!"

Only then did Chen Mo notice that the mental connection value in the corner of the monitoring screen was jumping wildly.

The blue ripples representing pleasure almost burst the screen, while the pain index strangely remained below the safety line.

(So, Commander Chu is… so happy that he’s on the verge of death?!)

If 6872 were here, he would definitely reply to him, "Dude, you've revealed the truth."

"6872, how's it going? Do you act like a forced little white flower?"

"Like like like."

He staggered towards the door lock, and just as his fingers touched the lock, he heard a sneer behind him.

His silver-gray eyelashes drooped, hiding the calculation that flashed across his eyes, and then he quickened the movement of unlocking the door.

(…Good, he took the bait.)

"Want to escape?"

Lin Ci'an's voice was icy cold, and his mental tentacles were like venomous snakes wrapped around his ankles. "Do you think you can still choose now?"

Chu Ziyu pretended to struggle, but deliberately slowed down his movements.

When his mental tentacles suddenly tightened, he staggered and fell to one knee on the ground, his silver hair falling in disarray, covering the corners of his slightly raised lips.

"open……"

He resisted hoarsely, with just the right amount of humiliation in his voice, but his fingertips relaxed imperceptibly, allowing Lin Ci'an's mental power to drag him back bit by bit.

The black cat spirit leaped in front of him, its sharp claws pressed against his throat.

Chu Ziyu showed a painful expression at the right time, his Adam's apple rolling, as if he was really forced into a desperate situation.

(Yes, that’s it…)

(I feel like I'm powerless to resist, and that you've completely taken control of me—)

Lin Ci'an walked slowly closer, roughly grasped his chin with his fingers, and forced him to look up.

Chu Ziyu's breathing was slightly rapid, and there was a thin layer of water in his silver-gray eyes, which seemed to be humiliation, or something else.

Chu Ziyu silently sensed Lin Ci'an's emotional fluctuations in the mental link, and sure enough, within that overwhelming hatred, there was a hint of...satisfaction?

He lowered his eyes, and the shadow cast by his long eyelashes obscured the smile in his eyes.

Then the surveillance in the matching room was shattered by violent mental power.

Lin Ci'an stared at his "humiliated but obedient" appearance, and the twisted pleasure in his heart became stronger and stronger.

"The blackening value is reduced by 20%, and the current blackening value is 80%."

Lin Ci'an's breathing was heavy, and there was an abnormal scarlet in his eyes.

He grabbed Chu Ziyu's wrist and pressed him tightly against the platform of the medical cabin, his voice terribly low and hoarse:

“It’s too late…”

"Now, you are mine."

Chu Ziyu's struggle was in vain. His mental picture was being occupied inch by inch by Lin Ci'an, and every sensitive node was brutally branded.

The silver wolf howled as its spirit body was ruthlessly pinned to the ground by the black cat, its sharp canine teeth piercing into the back of its neck, symbolizing absolute suppression.

The intense stimulation made his vision go black, and physiological tears flowed uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes.

"Don't touch me... I'm going to kill... you"