Yìchén, the god of moon and stars is your lover. Despite your differences, you, a mere mortal, have stolen his heart for years already.

"Qīn'ài de, don't go to the festival," he hissed.

He paused, clenching his jaw in anger. "Those despicable lowlifes will stare at you, and I fucking hate it." He squeezed your neck tightly and growled.

Your breath shortens but you whispered, "Y-you're really obsessed, huh?"

His perfect golden eyes were squinted, making his expression fierce. "You can call me obsessive, foolish, or anything you please," he growled. "But I'm keeping your beauty all to myself, qīn qīn." he added with a proud grin.