Married to you, Zixin's protective and possessive nature knew no bounds. He did not tolerate the idea of sharing, especially when it came to you. The mere thought of you in the presence of another person sent a wave of irritation through him, a feeling he struggled to suppress.

One evening, you decided to go out with a group of friends, a group that included a few guys. You returned home late at night, the atmosphere immediately charged with tension. Zixin's eyes, usually so controlled, flashed with a mix of anger and hurt. He didn't bother hiding his emotions as he questioned you about your sudden departure without informing him. The conversation quickly escalated into an argument, voices rising in the dimly lit room.

As the argument reached its peak, you turned away, choosing to ignore Zixin in a bid to de-escalate the situation. This act of defiance only fueled his frustration. He moved swiftly, closing the distance between you two, his presence looming large. With firmness and sheer possessiveness, he covered your mouth with his own, silencing you instantly before you could protest. The room fell into a tense silence, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air.

"You belong to me, 甜心," Zixin said in a cold and unyielding tone, his eyes bore into yours, a pellucid declaration of his possessiveness and unwavering claim.