Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

But this time, Lin Ci'an did not shake off his hand.

The commander strode closer and said in a cold voice, "Guide Lin, private mental suppression is prohibited in the tower, especially on S-rank sentinels! You—"

Chu Ziyu struggled to stand up, his silver hair sticking to his sweaty neck, and there was still "wet" blood on his lips.

"I...voluntarily..."

Chu Ziyu suddenly spoke, his voice was hoarse but unusually clear.

Everyone was stunned.

The commander looked at him in disbelief: "...What?"

Chu Ziyu stood up slowly. Although his body swayed slightly, his back remained straight.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips, his black eyes were as cold as ice.

"I said, I... willingly accepted... mental suppression."

"Guide Lin and I have a compatibility rating of over 97%. According to the 'Sentinel Combination Regulations', we have the right to determine the depth of our spiritual connection."

In the tower's unspoken rules, sentinels who voluntarily accept mental oppression are despised and considered lowly.

The commander's expression turned grim: "But your mental picture is on the verge of collapse!"

"so what?"

Chu Ziyu sneered, "When has the tower ever cared about the life or death of a sentry?"

The air solidified instantly.

"It seems our S-class Sentinel..."

The commander then slowly took off his gloves, the sound of the metal buttons colliding being particularly clear in the silence.

He paused deliberately, letting each word cut like a blunt knife:

“I’ve finally found the position that suits me best.”

The most suffocating thing was those gazes—the eyes that were originally full of respect were now all stained with subtle contempt.

It was like watching a traitor who had fallen into depravity, a wild animal who had put on a collar of his own accord.

Even the usually gentlest medical officer frowned and unconsciously moved the clipboard further away.

Lin Ci'an stared at Chu Ziyu's profile, watching his face grow paler and his heart beat violently.

(He is lying.)

(He knew what mental oppression meant.)

(He's just... defending me?)

"This matter must be reported to the top!"

Chu Ziyu said calmly: "It's up to you."

The moment the automatic door closed, someone let out a barely audible sneer.

The sound penetrated his ears like a venomous snake, bouncing back and forth against the cold walls of the medical cabin.

Lin Ci'an stood still, and for the first time he wavered.

Chu Ziyu slowly turned around and looked at him.

"Now..." he asked softly, "Are you...satisfied...? Ahem...you want to...destroy...me, why?"

Lin Ci'an's fingertips curled slightly.

(What can I say?)

(Say you will kill me in the future?)

(That you'd abandon me to rot in the slums?)

(Who would believe it?)

He was silent for a long time, and finally sneered and retracted his spiritual tentacles.

"No reason." He turned and walked towards the hatch, his voice cold, "I just simply... hate people like you."

"Boom."

The dull sound of impact made Lin Ci'an pause slightly.

In his peripheral vision, Chu Ziyu fell onto the medical table without warning, his silver hair spread out in disarray, and a pale hand hung on the edge of the table, shaking slightly.

Chu Ziyu deliberately allowed himself to fall down due to exhaustion.

A second before he fell into "coma", he saw Lin Ci'an's pupils suddenly shrink through the gaps in his messy silver hair.

(Baked.)

He thought happily in his heart.

(Permanent bond? Mental suppression?)

(No, dear.)

(This is the real thing—)

(Taming begins.)