"Please check out my two other new books—one is an urban novel and the other a fantasy novel. I hope you can continue to support your author!"
Yin Zhi followed silently, but his thoughts churned. For a fleeting instant, it had almost seemed as if Mo Tian was…protective. Yet it wasn't the warmth of a man shielding someone he cherished. No—it was colder, sharper. The way a master might guard his property, wary of damage, unwilling to let another hand touch it, but equally unhesitant to torment or discard it if it lost its value.
Obsession… not affection, Yin Zhi thought grimly. To outsiders, it might even look like love, but he knew better.
He shook his head, forcing away the absurd thought. Mo Tian had never loved anyone. Not once. Yin Zhi had known him for more than a century, seen the truth of the man beneath the mask.
