Forced to Love by a Madman

There are rumors in the world that Tan Yin is the god of death. When he draws his sword, he will see blood, and when he sees blood, he will kill. After killing, he will laugh, and his laughter can shatter a wine glass within three feet. He enjoys it and makes a living from it. Everyone is afraid of him, except Chu Tang. He picked Chutang back from the pile of dead people. He had just finished slaughtering a village that day and was covered in blood, but he stopped in front of a baby. The baby smiled at him in the pool of blood and reached out to grab his bloody fingers. He raised her and doted on her like a baby. When she said east, he didn't go west; when she said kill, he immediately picked up the knife. He is a feared demon in the world, but he is the most obedient dog at Chutang's feet. But Chutang hasn't been feeling well lately. She always sneaks out at night, bringing back the unfamiliar scent of another man's incense. Tan Yin played with the dagger in his hand, and his strangely gentle smile reflected on the blade. "Tangtang," he murmured softly to the dark night outside the window, "that dog you raise seems to be biting someone."