We have been married for three years, and my ascetic husband is as cold as a god. He doesn't even bother to look at me, let alone touch me.
I always thought he married me to deal with his elders, until he cornered me in a corner and asked with scarlet eyes: "Who is that damn 'White Moonlight' in your heart?"
I'm confused, where can I find the white moonlight?
Later I discovered that he seemed to... Be able to hear my heart.
When I complained in my mind [Ice face, body like a mermaid and a shark's belly, but it's a pity it's useless], he pinned me down on the bed the next day and said in a hoarse voice: "Who did you call useless last night? I'll give you another chance."
When I was crying for the male protagonist of the novel in my heart [oh my paper man husband is dead], he snatched my phone away and gritted his teeth: "Your husband is here, who are you looking at?"
Until the enemy of his family appeared, the alarm bell rang in my heart: [Run! This is the villain who killed him in his previous life!
The next second, he protected me tightly behind him, his eyes dark: "Don't be afraid, I won't let him touch a hair on your head again this time."
It turns out that he is too...
