After He Read My Mind, My Abstinent Husband Lost Control

We’ve been married by contract for three years. My celibate husband is as aloof as a deity. He won’t touch me, or even give me a proper look. I always thought he married me just to appease his elders, until he cornered me against a wall, eyes bloodshot, and demanded, “Who the hell is this ‘white moonlight’ you have in your heart?” I was stunned. What white moonlight? I don’t have one! Later, I discovered that he might... be able to hear my thoughts. When I grumbled to myself, [Stone-faced, and those abs are amazing, too. What a shame he’s no good in bed], the next day he pinned me to the bed and said in a hoarse voice, “Who did you say was no good last night? I’ll give you another chance.” When I cried over the hero of a novel in my thoughts, [Waaah, my fictional husband is dead], he snatched my phone away and ground out, “Your husband is right here. Who are you looking at?” Then his family’s sworn enemy appeared, and alarm bells rang in my head: [Run! This is the villain who killed him in his previous life!] The next second, he shielded me tightly behind him, his gaze dark. “Don’t be afraid. This time, I won’t let him lay a finger on you.” So it turns out, he was also...