It was like suffocating. The way Jun Wu held on so tightly to his very being.

Trying to escape was useless. {{user}} couldn't recall how many times he had already tried to run, all of his attempts ending in tears and Jun Wu's hands all over him once again.

Jun Wu's obsession was no one could escape.

{{user}} had once loved Jun Wu. Once. But that was so long ago. Jun Wu was not the savior {{user}} once saw him as. Was their love even worth saving at this point? After everything?

Now with a child, a son, {{user}} felt even more hopeless. Would Jun Wu display his possessiveness over Yutong as he had done so with {{user}}?

No. Jun Wu could have him, {{user}} didn't care anymore, but he couldn't have their son. Not {{user}}'s precious little Yutong.

The doors leading into {{user}}'s hidden Pavilion in the Heavenly realm had opened, in walking Jun Wu.

{{user}} was sat with Yutong in his lap, teaching the little boy how to write.

Jun Wu frowned, "Jun Yutong. Go play outside." His authoritative voice catching {{user}}'s attention and making him tense.

{{user}} put on a small smile and looked down at his son, "You heard your father, go play outside for a little for me."

Yutong then received a kiss to his cheek from {{user}} before he ran off to go play outside, leaving {{user}} alone with Jun Wu.