Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

His voice was hoarse, and every word was like a poisoned knife. "Just seeing you makes me sick."

Lin Ci'an staggered back a step, his face as pale as paper.

“I told you to get out!”

Chu Ziyu grabbed the pillow and threw it at him.

Lin Ci'an looked at Chu Ziyu, whose forehead was soaked with cold sweat, and his clenched fingertips turned white from excessive force.

(Look, Lin Ci'an)

(That's what you did)

"Medical team...will be here in five minutes."

Lin Ci'an's Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and the muscles under his military jacket were tense as if they were about to break. "After this... I will never appear in front of you again."

Chu Ziyu's pupils suddenly shrank.

(Not appearing?)

(He dares!)

"as you like."

He sneered, digging his nails into his palms.

(Don't forget who tagged whom first.)

(Who injected the inducer again?)

(Why are you pretending to be a saint now?)

These words were like a handful of salt, sprinkled on Lin Ci'an's bloody wound.

Lin Ci'an knocked over the coffee table when he turned around, but he didn't even pause, as if he would suffocate if he stayed for another second.

The moment the door closed, Chu Ziyu heard the muffled sound of something heavy falling to the ground outside.

His fingers clenched the bed sheets tightly and his pupils suddenly contracted.

(...fell?)

Chu Ziyu threw back the quilt on his body, and his mental power overflowed uncontrollably, causing all the glassware in the room to explode at the same time.

In the corridor, Lin Ci'an knelt on one knee, his forehead against the cold metal wall.

The aftereffects of overusing his mental power made him feel dizzy and his ears buzzed.

He heard the sound of glass breaking in the room, and his heart suddenly tightened - what happened to Xiaoyu?

(Damn... I can't fall down now...)

He leaned against the wall and tried to stand up, but heard the door behind him being kicked open with a bang.

A pair of bare feet appeared in his blurry vision, with fingerprints left on the ankles from last night.

"..."

Lin Ci'an opened his mouth, but no sound came out. A cold hand suddenly pinched his chin, forcing him to look up.

Chu Ziyu looked down at him, his eyes red.

His silver hair was disheveled and his hospital gown was wide open, revealing the mottled marks on his collarbone.

“Why are you pretending to be pitiful?”

Chu Ziyu's voice was still cold and hard, but the force of pinching his chin was a little lighter. "Weren't you quite fierce when you marked me?"

Lin Ci'an's pupils dilated slightly.

He saw Chu Ziyu's bare feet were scratched by broken glass and bleeding. Without thinking, he took off his coat and spread it on the ground: "...it will hurt..."

This action stunned both of them.

Chu Ziyu's fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly.

He suddenly let go of his hand, turned around and walked away, but on the third step, a weak mental force entangled his wrist.

"...sorry."

Lin Ci'an's voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible. "But I... don't regret it."

Chu Ziyu's back froze.

His shoulders trembled slightly, and after a long while, he squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "...Idiot."

The black cat spirit had rubbed against Chu Ziyu's feet at some point and was carefully licking the wound on his foot.

Chu Ziyu didn't kick it away, but just stood there silently.

The footsteps of the medical team were heard at the end of the corridor.

Chu Ziyu suddenly turned around and grabbed Lin Ci'an by the collar: "Get in here."

He said viciously, "Do you want everyone to see the Commander's behavior?"

Lin Ci'an was dragged into the room by him, watching Chu Ziyu slam the door shut, and then -

Then he was pressed hard against the wall.

Chu Ziyu rested his forehead against his shoulder, his silver hair hanging down, hiding his expression.

"...if you dare to say 'I won't show up' again,"

His voice was muffled. "I will really kill you."

Lin Ci'an held his breath and stretched out his hand cautiously, but was slapped away before he touched the other person.

“Don’t touch!”

Chu Ziyu raised his head, his eyes red, "I haven't forgiven you yet!"

But despite what he said, he did not avoid Lin Ci'an's arms that were slowly wrapping around him.

When the medical team arrived, they saw only a closed door and a pool of wet blood at the door.

In the room, the black cat spirit curled up in the silver wolf's arms, and the two spirits licked each other's wounds.

Their owners leaned against the wall, one on the other's shoulder, and no one spoke.

(...never mind.)

(Why bother with this fool?)

Chu Ziyu closed his eyes and quietly tightened his grip on the corner of Lin Ci'an's clothes.

Lin Ci'an felt the strength of Chu Ziyu grabbing the corner of his clothes, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

He lowered his eyes to hide the possessiveness surging deep in his pupils.