Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

When Lin Ci'an's trembling lips touched his carotid artery, Chu Ziyu completely let his consciousness fall into darkness.

Lin Ci'an carried the unconscious Chu Ziyu across the smoke-filled battlefield, turning a deaf ear to the shouts coming from all around him.

"Commander! The remnants of the tower are—"

"Boss! The west side needs support——"

&34;The medical team will be here soon!&34;

His black cat spirit form had completely mutated, expanding to three times its usual size, with fangs exposed and scarlet eyes staring at anyone who tried to approach.

Whenever someone approaches to ask questions, it will let out a threatening growl and all the hair on its tail will stand up.

Liu Mingye bravely blocked their way and said, "Boss, his injury needs..."

Before he could finish his words, a pitch-black mental whip suddenly lashed out in front of his feet, splitting the ground into a half-meter-deep crack.

Lin Ci'an didn't even raise his head, but just hugged the person in his arms tighter. Chu Ziyu's hanging silver hair swayed gently with his movements.

"Go away."

These two words were as light as a sigh, but they made all the sentries around instinctively take three steps back.

Chen Mo wanted to say something, but fell silent the moment he saw Lin Ci'an's eyes - there was some inhuman madness in those eyes, as if he would drag the whole world to be buried with him at any time.

Lin Ci'an walked straight towards the temporary residence, and his mental power built a twisted barrier behind him.

Any object that touches the barrier will be corroded instantly, even flying shrapnel is no exception.

At the door of the residence, a trembling medical soldier handed over a medical kit. Black Cat swatted it away with one paw, and the medicine bottles and bandages scattered to the ground.

Lin Ci'an didn't even look at it, and directly pushed the door open with his shoulder. The moment he entered the room, dozens of mental locks sealed the door from the inside.

There were no lights on in the house.

Lin Ci'an carefully placed Chu Ziyu on the bed, his movements incredibly gentle.

Moonlight leaked in from the gap in the curtains, shining on Chu Ziyu's pale face. The shadow cast by his eyelashes trembled slightly with his breathing.

(Alive...really alive...)

Lin Ci'an knelt beside the bed, his trembling fingers hovering above Chu Ziyu's nose, and only relaxed slightly when he felt the warm breath.

He nervously unbuttoned Chu Ziyu's clothes and examined the skin underneath inch by inch - no burns, no bruises, only a tiny needle hole he had just made below the collarbone.

(Why did you leave me?)

(Do you know I almost burned the whole world down?)

These questions rolled on the tip of his tongue and finally turned into a sob.

Lin Ci'an leaned over and buried his face in Chu Ziyu's neck, taking a deep breath. The familiar cold fragrance mixed with the smell of gunpowder rushed into his nostrils, making his eyes hot.

&34;This time...&34;

He stroked Chu Ziyu's silver hair and took out a potion from the cabinet. The tip of the needle gleamed coldly in the moonlight. "No one can take you away."

It is a combined heat inducer.

Lin Ci'an stared at the tube of liquid for a long time, then suddenly chuckled, tears falling on the back of his hand.

The medicine in the syringe shook slightly.

Lin Ci'an knew that once the injection was given, there would be no turning back.

Chu Ziyu would hate him and look at him with dirty eyes, just like how he treated those traitors in the past.

(But...)

He touched Chu Ziyu's neck with trembling hands, and the pulse under his fingertips was steady and strong.

This realization made him both ecstatic and miserable—he was alive and well, still shining brightly in a world without him.

(You don't need me at all...)

This thought is more deadly than any weapon.

Lin Ci'an suddenly inserted the needle into Chu Ziyu's vein, but her tears fell even more violently.

He said to himself: Let it be, even if I am hated, even if I go to hell...

(At least for this moment, you are mine.)

(Mark him forever... so he can never leave...)

When the needle pierced the back of Chu Ziyu's neck, the unconscious man suddenly struggled violently.

Lin Ci'an pressed his waist with his knees and leaned over to lick away the tears that oozed from the corners of his eyes: "It won't hurt soon..."

"Hate me..."

He finally pushed the medicine into Chu Ziyu's vein, his voice fragmented, "Anyway... you've hated me for a long time..."

But when the combined heat agent really took effect, it was Lin Ci'an himself who collapsed first.

Under the effects of the double potion, Chu Ziyu's entire body flushed abnormally, and his silver hair was soaked with sweat and stuck to the sides of his face.

Chu Ziyu's eyelashes trembled violently, and his consciousness, tortured by the effects of the medicine and the combined heat, floated in chaos.

He focused his vision with difficulty and saw Lin Ci'an's twisted and crazy face close at hand.

The chains manifested from his mental power bound him tightly to the bed.

&34;...to...solve...&34;

He uttered a few words breathlessly and tried to raise his bound wrists to signal.

(Untie...these damn bonds...)

However, Lin Ci'an's eyes became even more terrifying at this moment.

He suddenly pinched Chu Ziyu's chin, his knuckles turning white: "Antidote?"