Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

(Avoiding me? Ignoring me?)

Chu Ziyu sneered in his heart.

(I will make it impossible for you to even ignore it.

I just want you to see me surrounded by others and touched by others all the time.

Show others the gentleness you so desperately need!)

These words made Lin Ci'an a hundred times more embarrassed than direct disgust and pushing away.

His expression instantly turned extremely ugly, his jawline was tense, and a terrifying storm surged in his eyes.

At this moment, Wei Lin had already rushed over and stretched out his hand anxiously: "Your Highness! Are you okay?"

Chu Ziyu raised his hand and gently supported Wei Lin's strong forearm, then stood firmly.

"No problem,"

"It was just a false alarm. Thank you for your concern, General Wei."

Lin Ci'an slowly stood up from the ground and brushed off the grass and dust on his robe.

He stood there, and the aura around him gradually became gloomy and terrifying.

Those eyes were like a bottomless cold pool, staring intently at Chu Ziyu's hand on Wei Lin's arm, as if they wanted to burn two holes through it.

(Why?!)

Why can Wei Lin get a trace of real and soft emotions from him?

Why should I be isolated from his world forever and only be hated and disgusted?

Why did I kill him in my previous life and hate him in this life?!

6872: Boss, Boss! Urgent report! Lin Ci'an's Darkness Points have skyrocketed by 10%!

Is this really not going to get out of hand?!

Chu Ziyu's eyes flickered slightly, and he responded lazily through his consciousness:

(Why rush? This is exactly the reaction I want.)

6872: o(╥﹏╥)o But... having too high a Darkness value is very dangerous! What if he goes completely crazy?!

(Crazy? That's funny.)

A hint of cold interest flashed across his eyes.

(That’s how I want him to look at me, think about me, and feel jealous…)

(Until he couldn't stand it anymore.)

(And then he would naturally break all the ridiculous vows he had made with his own hands...)

(He took the initiative to use the method he was best at and most disgusted with…)

(Come closer to me.)

Watching the two people walking away.

At this moment, the string of reason suddenly broke and shattered completely.

That night, bonfires were lit in the hunting camp and most people had gone to bed. The thrills of the day seemed to have gradually subsided with the night. The emperor simply asked a few questions and then let Chu Ziyu leave.

Chu Ziyu was in his tent, slowly wiping the bowstring that was not really in use, listening to 6872's report that Lin Ci'an took out the black jade Gu cup in the tent.

(See, he really couldn’t help himself.)

He lowered his bow and tapped the tabletop lightly with his fingertips.

(Next, it's time to 'welcome' my guests.)

The night was deep, and the hustle and bustle of the hunting camp had long since died down, leaving only the occasional crackling of the campfire and the regular footsteps of the patrolling guards in the distance.

The candle in Chu Ziyu's tent had gone out, leaving only a ray of cold moonlight shining through the gap in the curtains, vaguely outlining the peaceful sleeping face of the person on the couch.

He had changed into a plain white soft silk inner garment, his black hair spread out beside the pillow, his breathing steady, as if all the dangers of the day had gone away, leaving only a tranquility.

Chu Ziyu (to 6872): Is he here?

6872: (*￣︶￣) Here it comes! Just hovering three meters outside the tent!

He adjusted his posture ever so slightly, making himself appear even more defenseless and vulnerable in the moonlight.

The curtain was gently opened by a bony hand, and a tall and straight figure entered silently like a melting shadow.

Lin Ci'an stood in front of the couch, his back to the moonlight, his face hidden in the darkness. Only his eyes were frighteningly bright, and in them surged the madness, jealousy, and an almost desperate possessiveness that had been suppressed for several days.

He slowly stretched out his hand, his fingertips trembling slightly with excitement, and stroked Chu Ziyu's face.

The touch was warm and delicate, but it made the violence in his heart boil even more.

He withdrew his hand and pressed it to his heart, activating the "Love Thread".

A gentle but irresistible warm current quietly swept through Chu Ziyu's dream, distorting his cognition.

"Well……"