Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

Base corridor.

Several sentries were talking in low voices.

"Have you heard? The person the commander brought back last night..."

"Shh! Keep your voice down! Are you looking for death?"

"No, I'm just curious. Who is so powerful? The boss's mental strength was so out of control that even the medical team couldn't stop him. But when that person showed up, the boss just..."

"Tsk, you didn't see it. When the boss was holding him, the look in his eyes... was like a wolf guarding its food. If anyone dared to get close, his spirit would immediately explode."

"I heard..." someone lowered his voice, "That's the tower's war machine, Chu Ziyu..."

"Huh? You're worthy of being the boss?"

"This is true love."

"What else? Have you ever seen the boss so nervous about anyone? Yesterday, when the West District's defense collapsed, he didn't even bother to look at them. He just carried them back to the room, sealing their mental barrier tightly..."

"He's still in the boss's room, no one dares to go in and ask..."

As he was speaking, footsteps suddenly came from the end of the corridor.

Everyone fell silent instantly and stood up straight in unison: "Commander!"

Lin Ci'an walked by expressionlessly, his military uniform collar disheveled, his eyes dark and blue, and he looked like a drawn sword, sharp and repressed.

No one dared to ask any more questions.

After he walked away, someone whispered, "...Are there bite marks on the back of the boss's neck?"

Training Course.

Lin Ci'an punched the sandbag, and his knuckles bled.

(He hates me.)

(He must hate me.)

The thought almost suffocated him.

He didn't dare go back, didn't dare to face Chu Ziyu's eyes after he woke up - disgusted and hateful, as if he was looking at a despicable rapist.

(But I still... tagged him.)

(I ruined everything.)

He slumped to his knees, resting his forehead on the cold training equipment, a suppressed sob escaping from his throat.

At this moment, in the room.

Chu Ziyu sat on the bed, rubbing the red mark on his wrist expressionlessly.

(He ran away? Or maybe he wasn’t ruthless enough.)

(Sleep and then run?)

He narrowed his golden eyes, and his mental power spread silently, instantly locking onto a sentry who was torturing himself.

(very good.)

(Lin Ci'an, you're dead.)

"6872, body temperature adjusted to 39.8°C."

Chu Ziyu casually unbuttoned two buttons, revealing his red collarbone. "Simulate the symptoms of glandular inflammation."

"Boss, what are you doing..."

"Add some...tear jerking effect."

Chu Ziyu looked at his flushed cheeks and moist eyelashes in the mirror with satisfaction.

He turned over and pressed Lin Ci'an's pillow, taking a deep breath, letting his silver hair be filled with the other's scent.

(Don’t you like to imagine?)

(Let you make up for it...)

The blackening value is reduced by 20%, and the current blackening value is 35%.

When the seventh sandbag in the training ground was stained red with blood, Lin Ci'an's computer suddenly issued a shrill alarm.

Abnormal vital signs: Chu Ziyu's temperature is 39.8°C.

[Suspected labeling sequelae, immediate treatment recommended]

Lin Ci'an's mind went blank instantly.

He pushed aside the three sentries blocking his way and rushed back to the dormitory, opening the door the moment he did.

Chu Ziyu curled up between the sheets, his silver hair soaked with sweat and stuck to the side of his neck.

The bite mark on the back of the neck was red, swollen and shiny, and blood had seeped out of the fingertips from the unconscious scratching.

"Chu...Chu Ziyu?"

Lin Ci'an's voice sounded like it had been polished by sandpaper.

The person on the bed opened his eyes slightly, his golden pupils blurred and out of focus: "...Get lost..."

This breathy word struck Lin Ci'an like he was struck by lightning.

“Don’t touch… me…”

Chu Ziyu started coughing violently, tears streaming down his red cheeks, "...disgusting..."

"sorry..."

Lin Ci'an's voice was broken, "I... damn..."

Chu Ziyu suddenly reached out and grabbed his tie, pulling him close enough that they could smell each other's breath.

The burning lips touched the other's earlobe.

He pushed Lin Ci'an away violently again, his golden eyes filled with cold anger.

“Get out.”