Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

This tiny movement was like the last straw.

Lin Ci'an stood up suddenly, staggered, and covered his face as if he couldn't bear it.

(I...forced him.)

(I… ruined everything.)

Chu Ziyu struggled to maintain his last bit of clarity amidst the tide of emotions, and he complained madly in his heart:

(What kind of heartbreak has this idiot conjured up??)

(I pulled his collar until my hand was cramping, and he still didn’t understand the hint?!)

Chu Ziyu struggled to prop up his limp body, his silver hair sticking messily to his sweaty neck.

He narrowed his golden eyes, and using the heat of the union as a cover, he seemingly unintentionally rubbed Lin Ci'an's tense arm.

(This wood...)

He bit his lip, deliberately making his breathing more rapid, and grabbed Lin Ci'an's collar with trembling fingertips. The force was as light as a feather, but it was enough to make the other person stiffen all over.

Lin Ci'an suddenly lowered his head, his dark eyes filled with suppressed desire and pain: "...Don't..."

(What else?)

(Don't touch you?)

(Or should I not torture you?)

Chu Ziyu sneered in his heart, but his face showed an even more vulnerable expression.

Strands of mental power wrapped around Lin Ci'an's wrist.

"......hot......"

Lin Ci'an's sanity completely collapsed.

He grabbed Chu Ziyu's waist with such force that it almost broke his bones, but the next second he was actively entangled by the other party.

Chu Ziyu's legs wrapped around his waist, his silver hair brushed across his collarbone, and his hot breath sprayed against his ear:

“…like you…”

This realization made Lin Ci'an's mind go blank.

He suddenly pulled her closer, their foreheads touching lightly, their breaths meeting, and she felt a warm touch on her lips.

"......chain......"

Chu Ziyu panted, his golden eyes moist, "...untie..."

Only then did Lin Ci'an realize that the mental chains were still tightly binding the other person, and the red marks left were shocking.

He hurriedly removed the restraints, but Chu Ziyu took the opportunity to turn over and pin him down.

His silver hair fell down like a cascading river of stars, and his shirt was half-pulled down to his elbows, revealing a large area of ​​pale skin mottled with red marks.

The fabric was wrinkled and piled up at the armpit, soaked with sweat, and the tight waistline underneath was faintly visible.

The waistband of the pants is half-pulled down, stuck to the waist without falling off.

Lin Ci'an's sanity was burned to ashes in that instant.

(Going crazy.)

Lin Ci'an's fingertips dug deep into the bed sheets, his knuckles turning white from excessive force.

The red marks left by his own hands were particularly glaring on the pale skin, like some kind of silent accusation, or like tempting him to commit a deeper crime.

“…Don’t move.”

His voice was hoarse, as if it had been sandpapered, and trembling with a sense of being on the verge of losing control.

Chu Ziyu looked down at him, a triumphant smile on his lips: "...Now, it's my turn."

(Why are you pretending to be a saint?)

(He clearly wants me to think about it until I go crazy.)

Chu Ziyu buried his head in the skin on Lin Ci'an's neck, and warm blood spread between his lips and teeth.

Lin Ci'an uncontrollably wrapped his arms around Chu Ziyu's waist, leaving bruises on her fair skin.

(Does it hurt?)

(It hurts, that's right.)

(This is punishment.)

(Punish you...for always pushing me away so self-righteously.)

The moonlight was crushed by the tumbling figures, and gasps and whimpers intertwined into a web.

Lin Ci'an woke up when the morning light filled the room.

Chu Ziyu was still sleeping, his silver hair spread messily on the pillow, making the dark red mark on the back of his neck even more glaring - the edges of the scabbed wound were still bruised.

There were still traces of wet water at the corners of his eyes. The loose collar of his nightgown had slipped off his shoulders, and there were a few scattered purple bruises on his collarbone, and dark red marks all over his body.

(I...forced him.)

This thought cut his heart like a knife. Lin Ci'an stood up suddenly, so hastily that he knocked over the glass on the bedside table.

The cup smashed to the ground, shards flying everywhere. Chu Ziyu frowned and unconsciously shrank into the quilt, but did not wake up.

Lin Ci'an froze in place, even holding his breath.

He didn't dare to look anymore, so he put on his clothes hastily and rushed out of the room as if escaping.