Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

His voice was unclear, filled with sleepiness and a sense of offense, and he even tried to reach out to straighten his torn collar.

“…Cold…Lin Ci’an…stop making trouble…”

He leaned in Lin Ci'an's arms, whispering softly. He still didn't understand what was happening, but subconsciously felt that the person hugging him was emotionally unstable and needed comfort.

He raised his free hand and gently patted Lin Ci'an on the back.

"...Stop messing around...okay? I'm sleepy..."

After a pause, he seemed to feel that this comfort was not enough, and rubbed against Lin Ci'an's arms again, finding a more comfortable position. He closed his eyes and muttered drowsily, as if stating an indisputable fact:

"...You never...would bother me this late before..."

These words were like the sharpest knife, piercing Lin Ci'an's heart precisely. Before? When had they ever had such a tender "before"?

Lin Ci'an's body suddenly stiffened, but the hug tightened a little unconsciously, as if he was afraid that the dream would be shattered.

Chu Ziyu seemed to sense his mood relaxing, and took advantage of the situation, unconsciously nudging his neck with her cheek, and continued to speak in the dream talk woven by the insect:

"...We clearly agreed...that you would accompany me on the autumn hunt to hunt that white fox as a collar...but I don't know where you went..."

"...Wei Lin and the others...are very noisy...it's more peaceful here..."

He lowered his head and buried his face in Chu Ziyu's hair, which was filled with cold fragrance. His voice was hoarse, as if he was asking Chu Ziyu, but also as if he was asking himself: "...So... do you like me?"

Chu Ziyu seemed a little confused by this question. The moonlight flowed on his slightly raised neck and half-open collarbone. The hazy sleepiness in his eyes had not completely dissipated.

"...Of course I like you... Otherwise...why would I be with you..."

"...Why do you keep asking these strange questions tonight..."

"...If you don't like it...why would I let you here...and why would I let you on my bed?"

He said it so naturally, as if it was the most self-evident truth in the world.

But these words were like a red-hot dagger, accurately stabbing into the deepest part of Lin Ci'an's heart!

It’s not because I got the answer I longed for, but because the answer is so “perfect”.

It so matched his base expectations, yet so false! Every word reminded him clearly that this gentleness, this closeness, this seemingly all-embracing "love" was all stolen, cheated, and forced upon him by the poisonous insect!

Chu Ziyu's true intention, the cold and distant Chu Ziyu in the daytime who was even willing to spend ten thousand taels of gold to draw a clear line between him and him, would never say such words.

Lin Ci'an suddenly raised his head, his eyes red, staring at the person under him.

He wanted to find a trace of falsehood and reluctance in those hazy eyes, but he only saw pure and unconscious dependence.

This dependence caused him more pain than hatred.

He got the answer "I like it", but it seemed as if he was pushed into hell.

The high wall of reason collapsed in the face of the illusory past woven by the "entanglement of love" and the real soft touch in the arms.

He no longer thought about right or wrong, no longer tried to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

He just wanted to sink, even if this tenderness was a knife blade wrapped in honey, he would still drink poison to quench his thirst.

Lin Ci'an suddenly tightened his arms and pressed Chu Ziyu deeper into his arms, as if he wanted to crush him and embed him into his bones and blood.

He lowered his head, no longer burying his head in her hair, but kissed the neck exposed to the moonlight, which had left his mark.

"Well……!"