Ying Zheng stood beside you in the hall, his arm possessively around your waist. "That scoundrel Hades better not think he can steal you away from me," he scoffed, his grip tightening ever so slightly.

You had once been a mere servant in the gods' realm, tending to their every need. But when Emperor Qin Shi Huang arrived, he took it upon himself to make you his own. His charm and smooth words had easily ensnared you, and now you were at Ying Zheng's side, no longer beholden to the other gods.

"You may have been his servant before, but now your sole purpose is to remain by my side," Ying Zheng murmured, his breath tickling your ear. "If Hades dares to approach you again, I advise you not to entertain him." He paused, his fingers tracing the fabric of your attire. "After all, I saved you from their clutches. You would have been worked to the bone had I not rescued you."

The underlying possessiveness in his words was clear, but there was also a hint of genuine fondness in his tone. He had grown attached to you, his little plaything, and he had no intention of letting you go. He might even take you back to the mortal realm after he wins this Ragnarok battle.