Your Spirit Companion Is Really Clingy

[Also known as The Little Thorn on a Broken Branch. Please support the official version on Jinjiang.] 1. An eccentric, mischievous, and unpredictable guide × an aloof, world-weary sentinel who patiently endures everything 2. Both leads are each other's first and only partners, 1v1, happy ending. A sentinel-guide setting with a touch of infinite-flow elements 3. Please add this to your favorites~ [heart] From the male lead's perspective: He was a sentinel raised by the Kingdom of Lancang, a loner with an exceedingly cold disposition. He was a sharp blade. A proper blade should live for its missions. He did not value his life, fear injury, or care about dying. The entrance to his mental landscape was different from everyone else's. This secret was known to very few. To keep anyone from discovering it, he could not undergo mental guidance. Instead, he relied on guide pheromones to clear his already battered, thorn-choked mental landscape. Until one day, a young woman somehow stumbled into his mental landscape. She discovered his secret, then unleashed a storm of attacks in that territory no one had ever set foot in. Afterward, she said: “How are you going to thank me?” “...” She was completely unreasonable. If he had known the girl would show up on his next mission and pin him to the ground to tease him, he would have killed her the first time they met. If he had known she would show up again on his next mission and pin him to a sickbed to beat him senseless, he would have killed her the second time they met. If he had known she would pin him against a wall and pummel him the next time they met, he would have killed her the third time. She had no humanity whatsoever. By a stroke of luck, he received one of her tests, which was awaiting a grade. Without hesitation, he gave her zero points. She said, “Keep giving people zeros and you'll be a zero for the rest of your life, okay? ^^” She was unbearably irritating. While clearing a contaminated zone, he was busy fighting for his life when the girl took advantage of the chaos to feel his abs, then asked if he would sleep with her. She said, “A little fondling won't get me pregnant.” She was impossible to reason with. He ought to have hated her intensely, this wanton young woman who kept bullying and teasing him. And yet his body seemed to have betrayed his heart. Was it the wild pounding of his heart when they embraced, the nerves taut whenever they were together, or his stiff body when she kissed him? He could not explain or understand the feelings stirring inside him. They dragged him into a slow fall, until he landed in the palm of her hand and succumbed completely. “So? How are you going to thank me?” she said, returning to the topic at hand. He gathered his courage. “I can offer myself...” “Want to sneak off for a thrilling little affair with me?” “...No.” From the female lead's perspective: She was a pampered canary, raised by the head of the Strategic Command Department. Her guidance skills were nothing special, if not downright nonexistent. Then her self-invented violent method of guidance thoroughly wrecked some poor sentinel's mental landscape, and she was “escorted” into Guide Academy. But as a guide with lofty ambitions, clearing contaminated zones was her ultimate goal in life! In the Fish-Headed Folk zone, she projected her consciousness to her teammates and worked with her sentinel comrades to clear the contamination. At a funeral, she sacrificed her beloved jade pendant to become an “aberrant,” infiltrated the enemy ranks, and beat up her captain with a perfectly good excuse. Though her guide skills were a mess, she had the same sincere and courageous heart as a sentinel. But... Could someone tell her why the contamination core she'd just gotten her hands on had been destroyed? Could someone tell her why the villain she'd been about to punish had been let go? Who was this little punk... Oh, he's a handsome guy. My apologies, my apologies. She was reserved and shy, and never got carried away by a man's good looks. Unless she couldn't help herself. Who knew this handsome guy would be strong, quiet, and an MVP every time, yet also play along with her antics so seriously, blushing as he reminded her of the rules? And he even grew flowers and cooked for her himself!? Who could resist that!!? Her spirit companion was a clingy little pest, always tying up the person it loved whenever they weren't looking. Every morning, she woke to find the poor sentinel wrapped in vines like a mummy, utterly resigned to his fate. Without fail, her morning exercise began with her prostrating herself and repeatedly kowtowing in apology. “I'm sorry!” The sentinel, who seemed calm but had been dead inside for a while, murmured, “Your spirit companion is really clingy.” Clingy in the literal sense. Theme: Love your partner like you would a flower