Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

His voice was hoarse as if it had been sandpapered. "You really... hate my mark?"

Chu Ziyu's pupils dilated slightly, and he realized that the other party had misunderstood him.

He wanted to explain, but was interrupted by the sudden surge of heat from the union, and could only let out an unbearable groan.

In Lin Ci'an's eyes, this reaction became proof of resistance.

(I would rather endure the pain of combined fever than...)

This realization shattered the last bit of Lin Ci'an's sanity.

&34;Hate me.&34;

He leaned over and licked the blood that oozed from the needle hole on his neck, his voice so gentle that it was creepy.

&34;When you wake up, you will find that every inch of your body is engraved with my scent.&34;

Under the effect of the medicine, Chu Ziyu rubbed the pillow unconsciously, and his silver hair was scattered all over the bed.

However, Lin Ci'an took this as resistance. Not only did he not untie the mental chains, but he also fiercely grabbed his wrist and pressed it on top of his head.

The canine teeth pressed against the gland on the back of Chu Ziyu's neck, and the hot breath sprayed on the sensitive skin, causing a slight tremor.

Chu Ziyu's consciousness was blurred by the effects of the medicine, his lips were bright red, and his breathing was rapid.

His wrists were marked with red marks from the mental chains, but he still struggled instinctively, suppressed sobs escaping his throat.

(……don't want……)

He shook his head unconsciously, his eyes turned red, his eyelashes were wet with tears, and he looked so fragile that he seemed like he would break at any time.

Chu Ziyu suddenly trembled violently, as if awakened by pain, and shouted hoarsely -

&34;…Lin Ci'an…&34;

This sound was like a sharp blade, piercing Lin Ci'an's chest.

He suddenly froze, his canine teeth still embedded in Chu Ziyu's gland, but he didn't dare to go any further.

(…He’s afraid.)

(He is... resisting me.)

This realization made Lin Ci'an's heart feel like it was being clenched, and the pain was so severe that he almost suffocated.

Chu Ziyu's breathing was disordered, his eyelashes trembled, and tears slid down his cheeks and disappeared into his silver hair.

His voice was very soft, weak and trembling from the effects of the medicine, but it reached Lin Ci'an's ears clearly.

&34;…don’t…tie…me…&34;

The word "bound" is unclear.

Lin Ci'an's pupils suddenly contracted.

(He doesn't want...my mark.)

(He would rather suffer from the fever of union... than me.)

This realization almost drove him crazy.

Lin Ci'an pinched his fingers into his palm, and blood dripped through his fingers.

(No refunds.)

(If I quit... I'd really lose him.)

This thought coiled around him like a poisonous snake, making it difficult for him to breathe.

The combined heat flows like lava in the veins.

Chu Ziyu narrowed his golden eyes, looking at Lin Ci'an's tragic expression that said "I'm going to hell", and rolled his eyes inwardly.

(Tied so tightly...)

(Are you afraid that I will run away or that you will regret it?)

Lin Ci'an suddenly grabbed Chu Ziyu's neck, and his hand tightly grasped her waistline, pulling her into his arms.

He lowered his head and bit the soft flesh, the force of his canine teeth sinking into the skin causing the person in his arms to tremble slightly.

Chu Ziyu's body suddenly tensed up, a broken sob escaped from his throat, his fingers clenched the bed sheet tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Lin Ci'an held his waist tightly, and Chu Ziyu's wrist was pressed hard into the mattress. Lin Ci'an's five fingers forcefully inserted into his finger gaps, and the moment their ten fingers interlocked, he pressed his hand tightly against the pillow.

The pressure of bones hitting each other made the knuckles turn white, and the struggle made a slight sound of fabric rubbing against each other, and the fabric on the bed was pinched into several wrinkles.

(You are mine.)

(It can only be mine.)

His mental power exploded uncontrollably, and the dark chains wrapped tighter, almost strangling Chu Ziyu into his bones and blood.

Chu Ziyu's breathing became more and more rapid, the corners of his eyes turned red, and tears rolled down uncontrollably.

My mind was in a mess and I could only shake my head instinctively, but I didn't even have the strength to struggle.

The golden pupils were unfocused, and the lips were bleeding from being bitten by himself.

Lin Ci'an looked at everything in front of him, his pupils trembling violently.

What am I doing?

Chu Ziyu's breathing was weak and his face was pale. It seemed as if all the life had been drained out of him, leaving only broken gasps.

Lin Ci'an's hands were shaking violently. He slowly raised his hand and wanted to touch Chu Ziyu's face, but the other party turned his head away at the moment he was about to touch him, and then pushed him away with his hand.

The real reason was that Chu Ziyu had no strength due to the effects of the drug.