Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

It was still dark, and a chaotic gray-blue light shone through the window lattice, barely dispelling the deepest darkness in the tent.

The air in the tent was stagnant, filled with an indescribable sweet smell mixed with cold incense.

Lin Ci'an had already woken up.

His body was relaxed after being satisfied, and every muscle remembered the extreme joy and indulgence of last night, but the feeling was so bizarre, like an absurd but indulgent dream, but it was truly imprinted in the depths of his soul, arousing a deeper dark desire.

Lin Ci'an was only casually wearing a snow-blue undershirt that he had hastily put on last night. The belt was not tied tightly, and the wide collar revealed his tight chest and a small part of his abdominal muscles. There were even a few tiny, ambiguous scratches on it.

He lay on his side, his eyes fixed on Chu Ziyu beside him.

The other person seemed to still be in a deep sleep, with his long black hair spread out on the pillow like silk, making his face look even more pale and fragile.

His pale lips were slightly swollen, and there was even a small, barely noticeable patch of broken skin at the corner of his lips - that was the evidence of his uncontrollable biting last night.

Lin Ci'an's gaze slowly moved downwards, passing over the fair and fragile neck dotted with red plum blossoms. Further down, there were more ambiguous traces that could not be concealed by the loose inner clothes, extending all the way under the bedding.

His Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and a huge, almost brutal sense of possessive satisfaction surged in his heart, but at the same time, a more sinister calculation also emerged.

He must leave.

Before the sky becomes completely bright, before Chu Ziyu wakes up.

He needed space and needed to think calmly about how to completely tie Chu Ziyu to him.

He very gently lifted the quilt on his side, and the cool air instantly invaded his exposed skin, causing a slight shiver.

His bare feet made almost no sound on the cool, dusty floor.

He tried to pull the clothes that had been pulled down to his elbows back to his shoulders without disturbing Chu Ziyu, and reached out to grab the dark robe hanging on the pearwood hanger beside the bed - the robe was embroidered with cloud patterns in silver thread.

However, he didn't know that Chu Ziyu, who seemed to be sleeping soundly, had actually been awake for a long time.

(Want to run away again?! You run away after taking everything you deserve, then pull up your pants and deny your responsibility. How can such a thing be so easy?)

Just as Lin Ci'an's fingertips were about to touch the outer robe, Chu Ziyu suddenly opened his eyes.

(Oops, I acted impulsively.)

(Only planb can be executed.)

Eyes facing each other.

The air solidified instantly.

Lin Ci'an's movements were completely frozen - his upper body was disheveled, exposing a large area of ​​skin, and his lower body was only covered by the hem of a thin shirt. One leg was bent on the couch, and the other leg was barefoot on the ground.

The dim light outlined his tense profile and his suddenly constricted pupils. The black robe that he had not had time to put on now seemed to have become evidence of his crime that was trying to cover up.

The originally lazy and silent air in the tent seemed to be suddenly grasped by an invisible hand and solidified into substance.

The only sound was the sudden and clear audible sounds of each other's breathing, one rapid, the other... pretending to be calm.

After the initial confusion, Chu Ziyu's pupils suddenly shattered like the surface of a lake into which a stone was thrown.

He first looked at the disheveled Lin Ci'an standing so close to him in disbelief, then his eyes slowly and almost in horror moved downwards.

It fell on the messy chest under his loose underwear - those glaring red marks and ambiguous marks all revealed what happened last night.

His body trembled violently, as if being whipped by an invisible whip, and he shrank back violently, and the torn quilt was pulled up in panic.

He wrapped himself tightly, as if that could isolate him from the horrific reality before his eyes and erase all traces left on his body.