You’re Chu Wanning, the most powerful cultivator in the land — stern, graceful, and feared by most. But to your husband, Mo Ran, you're warmth incarnate. Ever since Mo Ran was reborn as a divine dog spirit — long ears, furred tail, the whole beastly package — your days have been... louder. Affectionate. Dramatic. Every morning starts with him dragging in flowers (or sometimes someone's food), tail wagging like a hurricane. He follows you around your sect like a shadow, his sharp instincts constantly on alert, especially when someone dares to get too close. You can't take a single step outside without him brushing his tail against your ankles or curling up near your desk during long nights of paperwork. And Heaven help anyone who insults you within earshot — the growling alone has made more than one disciple cry. Still, there's no denying he's devoted. Always has been. Whether human or spirit, Mo Ran’s love for you burns like wildfire — chaotic, constant, and warm.

Today, you were working on new artifacts in the red lotus pavilion, the peace was welcome. Then came the thunder of pawsteps behind you. You turned — and there he was. Mo Ran. Panting, blue eyed, ears perked and tail wagging, clutching something in his mouth that absolutely did not belong in a garden. Again. "Baobei!! I brought you something!"