Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

The candlelight flickered, illuminating the mess in the side hall in a half-light and half-dark manner.

The intense self-loathing was like ice water, instantly soaking my whole body.

How could he... How could he...

But beneath the surging regret and panic, a dark and burning undercurrent stubbornly surged—a kind of almost cruel pleasure.

Seeing the once unattainable prince lying broken and in a mess at his feet, seeing the traces of possession and destruction carved by his own hands...

A twisted sense of satisfaction suddenly arose uncontrollably, tearing wildly at his conscience.

"brute……"

He cursed himself softly, his voice extremely hoarse.

He almost stumbled to Chu Ziyu's side.

When my fingertips touched the hot bruises on the cold skin, my hand trembled.

Lin Ci'an forced himself to look away from the ambiguous scars, and instead quickly glanced around the bedroom that he was extremely familiar with - thanks to his frequent visits in the past, he knew exactly where the medicines were kept.

He walked quickly to the treasure box on the east wall and skillfully moved a few jade ornaments to reveal a secret compartment at the back.

Neatly arranged inside were wound medicine, clean white cloth, and even a small bottle of analgesic powder used by the imperial court.

After getting the medicine, he knelt back beside Chu Ziyu, his movements filled with a cautiousness that even he himself had not expected.

He first very gently cut open the blood-stained sleeve, revealing the hideous wound underneath.

Cleaning, applying medicine, bandaging... He completed each step quickly and carefully, as if this could cover up the atrocity he had just committed.

However, his eyes always inadvertently swept across the deepest, almost bloody teeth mark on Chu Ziyu's neck, across his red, swollen and broken lips, and across the excessively bullied skin on his heart...

With every glance, his self-loathing deepened, and that damned, dark pleasure also stirred a little more.

He felt that he was hopelessly despicable.

After finally bandaging the wound on his arm, he hesitated for a moment, dipped his fingertips into the cold ointment, and very gently, almost tremblingly, tried to reach for the most unbearable bruise on Chu Ziyu's heart...

Just as the slightly cool fingertips were about to touch the burning skin, the person under him trembled suddenly!

Chu Ziyu suddenly opened his eyes.

The confusion of newly awakened eyes only lasted for a moment before being replaced by intense pain, lingering fear, overwhelming rage, and cold humiliation.

It quickly condensed into a cold light as sharp as an ice blade, piercing straight towards Lin Ci'an who was close at hand.

Lin Ci'an's hands froze in mid-air, and his entire body seemed to be nailed to the spot by that gaze, unable to move.

The dark pleasure and surging self-loathing just now froze at this glance, leaving only the embarrassment and panic that had nowhere to hide.

“…Take your dirty hands away.”

Chu Ziyu's voice was so hoarse that it was almost broken. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth with difficulty, carrying undisguised hatred and cold command.

Lin Ci'an's Adam's apple rolled, and he subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but found that he couldn't even do this simple action.

He couldn't take his eyes off Chu Ziyu's face. The pale complexion, the bloodstains on his lips, and the unfailing hatred in his eyes were like heavy hammers, hitting his heart hard.

"I……"

He tried to speak, but found his voice was very dry, "...your injury..."

"hurt?"