Whose Sentinel Is This Clingy Glutton Who Eats Ten Bowls a Meal?

"Completed, full text free" "New book: The Reborn Wolf Cub of the General, ABO, interstellar mecha. If you’re interested, please show it your support!" [clingy crybaby, sunny C-class Sentinel × cold on the outside, warm on the inside, short-tempered S-class Guide] Devoted to each other, no angst, mutual healing Xuan Shaoqi was about to lose his mind over the Sentinel assigned to him by the White Tower. Prideful, suspicious, reckless, and tyrannical… None of the traits a Sentinel was supposed to have seemed to apply to Ling Yu. Clingy! That idiot of a Sentinel only knew how to cling to him! He wanted company at meals and in the bathroom. He even walked pressed against him, arm to arm. Even a thorough scolding didn’t help. The other guy would still cling to him with tears in his eyes, whimpering. Xuan Shaoqi couldn’t for the life of him understand how a perfectly good Sentinel could turn out to be such a clingy pest. Later, that clingy pest stood in front of him, crying as he said: “Shaoqi-ge, I’ll protect you.” “Shaoqi-ge, I really like you. Don’t leave me.” “Shaoqi-ge, trust me. I’m your Sentinel.” Fine. He gave in. That clingy crybaby really was irresistible.