The Comments Say My Husband Doesn't Touch Me Because He Knows I Can't Take It

“Sharp-tongued but soft-hearted bottom × devoted, long-suffering top” I transmigrated into a danmei novel and became the doomed cannon-fodder male supporting character. My assigned plot mission is simple: step aside obediently and return my husband to the original story’s destined male lead. The comments floating above my head are even worse, scrolling around the clock and urging me to leave: “Stop asking for trouble. Just behave and wait to be replaced.” “If you don’t get divorced soon, the real deal is going to move right into your house.” “Treasure what you have. Don’t wait until you hit a wall to regret it.” I follow the script and play my part, waiting eagerly to complete the mission and leave unscathed. I keep my distance from my cold, taciturn husband, Ji Dongyang, and never cling to him. Until one late night, I find him alone beneath the kitchen light, quietly preparing a hot meal. The lonely chill of his silhouette makes my heart ache for no reason. Just then, an unusually calm comment drifts slowly across my vision: “He’s been waiting for you for nine whole years. You really don’t know?” In that moment, the carefully unfolding plot collapses. I quietly close the pop-up and walk over, gently wrapping my arms around him from behind. To hell with the predetermined plot and the destined pairing. This time, I’ll rewrite the ending and hold on to the person by my side. Only later do I gradually learn that he was never distant or cold toward me. He had simply hidden his love too deeply. He was afraid his passion would scare me, that he might hurt me if he lost control, and, more than anything, that I’d turn and leave at the slightest discomfort. He forced himself to suppress his feelings to the point of exhaustion, even ruining his health.