The Husband of the God of Death Who Was Born as a God

Me: Qin Mingdong, I can't hold on anymore... Him: If you can't hold on, then just go and die. Me: Do you still have a conscience? How could you say such a thing? His star-like eyes are all filled with my image: In this way, you are under my control! I will cover you from now on! No one dares to touch you! Him: You can sleep in my bed, use my quilt, and have breakfast with me! If you are afraid of burning it, I can feed you with my mouth! Me: Bah, shameless!