Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

Chu Ziyu's protest was made unclear by the distorted gestures, leaving only a broken breath.

"Boss, don't enjoy it."

"You are a prince after all, how could you be subdued so easily?"

6872 is really unbearable to watch.

"That, I was too engrossed. Xiao An is so seductive."

You can't just do half of the play.

"Asshole... let me go... "

Just as Lin Ci'an's hand was about to touch his belt.

"Isn't the opportunity here?"

Chu Ziyu suddenly bent his knees, and Lin Ci'an was caught off guard. The sharp pain from his waist made his eyes go black, and the hand that was restraining Chu Ziyu loosened instantly.

Chu Ziyu didn't even have time to think, he almost crawled out from under Lin Ci'an and fell off the bed in a mess!

The cold ground irritated his burning skin.

His left hand hung limply, and he was in excruciating pain. He could only use his right hand to support himself on the ground, struggling to get up and run out.

As long as I run outside the palace... as long as I attract the guards' attention...

However, he just stumbled forward and took a step, not even able to stand up completely——

A hand as hot as an iron suddenly grabbed his scattered robe from behind and pulled it back fiercely!

The candlelight in the side hall was dimly lit, illuminating Lin Ci'an who had been knocked unconscious by Chu Ziyu.

"Boss, why did you knock him out?"

Chu Ziyu raised his uninjured right hand and lightly touched the deepest, almost bleeding, wound on the side of his neck with his fingertips. The pain made him frown slightly.

He looked at Lin Ci'an lying unconscious on the bed.

"With my current status,"

"If I don't knock him out and let him do it to the end, I will definitely kill him."

6872 seemed stunned, and it took a few seconds for him to react: "...Kill him? Why? Boss, you are not..."

“Because it’s.

"What happened tonight was a drug-induced madness and hatred on his part, but it was completely sober on my part."

The sound of the night watchman outside the house was like a stone thrown into a dead lake.

Lin Ci'an moved his fingers and then slowly opened his eyes.

My head hurts, and my body feels like it's being torn apart and reassembled.

There was a faint smell of blood in his mouth, and... an indescribable scent belonging to another person.

He blinked blankly, his vision gradually coming into focus.

What caught my eye was Chu Ziyu lying in a pile of brocade, looking so miserable.

His long, black jade-like hair was completely disheveled, spreading on the dark brocade. A few strands were soaked with cold sweat, sticking to his pale, almost transparent cheeks and fragile, sweaty neck.

The moon-white uniform that symbolized the prince's status had long been torn and ripped, hanging loosely on his arms and shoulders, revealing large areas of fair skin that was quickly turning red and bruised.

The delicate collarbone is clearly visible, but there are a few fresh, bloody oval marks on it, like the withered plum blossoms fallen on the snow, dazzling and charming.

The collar of his inner garment was even wider open, his chest heaving violently with rapid and painful breathing, and the spot at his heart...

The skin was red and swollen, and even slightly broken, indicating the atrocities it had endured.

The sleeve of his left arm was completely stained red by the seeping blood and stuck stickyly to the wound.

The blood was still spreading slowly, and his lips were bleeding from being bitten by himself, a weird red that made his face look even paler than paper.

……

Memories rushed into Lin Ci'an's mind like a broken tide.

The palace banquet… that glass of wine… drunkenness… hatred… suppression… struggle… biting… and…

His eyes suddenly widened, and his heart felt like it was being gripped by an ice-cold hand!

Those fragmented and chaotic images are intertwined.

He sat up suddenly and looked down at himself - his moon-white brocade robe with Gu pattern was also in disarray, stained with blood (he didn't know whether it was his or Chu Ziyu's). The feeling of his body and the remaining memories told him very clearly that last night was not a nightmare.

He...he felt towards Chu Ziyu...

Intense panic and unprecedented self-loathing instantly overwhelmed him!