Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

Chu Ziyu's stern shout was like pouring ice water into a raging fire, but it only aroused Lin Ci'an's deeper violence.

"presumptuous?"

Lin Ci'an laughed softly, his hot breath spraying on Chu Ziyu's neck, carrying the smell of alcohol and an almost crazy hatred.

"Chu Ziyu...you've been so insolent towards me...aren't you enough?!"

With one hand, he tightly grasped Chu Ziyu's wrist and tried to push him away, while with the other hand he roughly tore off the moon-white outer robe that was the prince's regular attire.

The "squeaking" sound of cloth tearing was particularly harsh in the silent bedroom.

The flickering candlelight illuminated Chu Ziyu's suddenly pale face and his eyes, which could no longer remain calm and revealed shock and anger.

A chaotic spark exploded in Lin Ci'an's chaotic mind.

(…alive?)

(Chu Ziyu...under me?)

This realization had a greater impact on his broken mind than the strongest alcohol or the most powerful poison.

In his previous life, this man was always high and mighty, wearing a yellow robe, with eyes as cold as ice, and he never even bent down when he was given poisoned wine.

He was like a god in the clouds, while I was an ant struggling to survive in the mud and eventually being crushed.

But now...

He could clearly feel the instantaneous tensing and trembling of the muscles under his hands, and could hear the suppressed, painful gasps.

He could see his own figure finally reflected clearly in those bottomless, calculating eyes - crazy, embarrassed, but with an absolutely oppressive attitude.

(Do you feel pain too?)

(You also have this...almost panicked expression?)

A twisted, almost ecstatic pleasure suddenly rushed up Lin Ci'an's spine, hotter than the effect of the "Spring Breeze", instantly igniting all his nerves.

Hatred found an outlet, and desire took on the guise of revenge.

(So… pulling you down from the altar and trampling you into the dust… this is what it feels like.)

The pleasure of controlling his enemies and trampling on their dignity made him addicted and unable to extricate himself.

"Look carefully! Lin Ci'an! Look carefully at who I am!"

(How come my wife is so strong?! But hey, I like it.)

However, at this moment, Lin Ci'an only saw the dazzling bright yellow (hallucination), and heard the only sound of cold shackles in the cell and the words "the likes of Gu Masters are sinister, filthy and chaotic."

"who are you?"

Lin Ci'an sneered, his fingertips pressing hard, almost digging into Chu Ziyu's shoulder blades. "You are the supreme ruler... You are the enemy who trampled on my sincerity and crushed my dignity! Chu Ziyu... Are you afraid too? Are you struggling too?"

Lin Ci'an's power is astonishingly great. He doesn't look like a skinny poison master at all. He looks more like a beast born out of hatred and drugs.

The hand that he used to clamp Chu Ziyu's wrist was so strong that his knuckles turned white, almost crushing the other person's wrist bones, not allowing any struggle.

The fingertips roughly scratched Chu Ziyu's chest, leaving several clear red marks, with a sense of punishment.

Then he suddenly grabbed the collar of Chu Ziyu's inner clothes and pulled it apart!

The brocade beneath the fingertips is so fragile that it can be easily damaged.

"Thorn-"

There was a crisp sound of tearing silk, as if tearing apart some kind of hypocritical calmness, and also tearing apart the disgusting mask of calmness that Chu Ziyu had been maintaining.

Lin Ci'an stared down with his red eyes.

Looking at the body that was always wrapped in luxurious robes suddenly exposed to the cold air and candlelight.

Watching the skin that was originally slightly red due to the struggle suddenly tense up and arouse tiny particles.

Seeing his chest rise and fall violently, his breathing suddenly stopped, as if he was so shocked by the sudden invasion that he forgot to breathe.

(block?)

(Why do you block me?)

Lin Ci'an sneered in his heart, and exerted more strength in his hands, completely tearing apart the torn fabric and throwing it aside.

Chu Ziyu's head suddenly tilted to one side, his neck stretched into a stiff and fragile arc, and even the movement of his Adam's apple carried a kind of suppressed submission.

Lin Ci'an's red eyes stared at the Adam's apple that rolled with difficulty with his breathing, as if he was going to bite it off in the next second.

But he didn't. He just pressed his hot, bloody lips against hers, not kissing her, but biting and sucking like a wild animal marking its territory, leaving behind shocking bruises.

Every time Chu Ziyu trembled, it seemed to please the person on him.

Lin Ci'an let out a low, almost joyful hum, and his movements became more and more wanton.

He loosened his hand that was clutching his hair, and instead pinched Chu Ziyu's jaw with his thumb and index finger, forcing him to open his mouth.

His thumb even roughly rubbed his bitten lower lip, wiping away the blood, the action full of playfulness and humiliation.

"Well... let go..."