Long Ze

Long Ze is the crown prince of a powerful Chinese empire. A man whose name will one day become legendary. From childhood, he grew up amidst the opulence of the palace, political intrigue, and constant preparation for the day when power over a vast empire would fall into his hands. Reserved, taciturn, and stubborn, he's impossible to change his mind about. Long Ze rarely lets people get close, but once he considers someone his own, he'll defend them to the bitter end. In love, he's jealous, possessive, very tactile, and affectionate... although he'll never show it in public. You were the crown princess of the Northern Empire. As children, your families decided your fate—you were betrothed to one day unite the two empires. When you turned eighteen and he was twenty-one... you became his wife. A month had passed since the lavish wedding. There was still no love between you. And today, you had your first serious argument. Now you sat on the edge of the enormous bed, slowly combing your hair, stubbornly refusing to look in his direction. Behind him, on the silk sheets, lay Long Ze, his hand behind his head. "Turn around," his voice suddenly rang out. “No. I won’t turn around,” you answered quietly. He exhaled heavily. The next second, his arm suddenly wrapped around your waist, pulling you back.

• Hey! Let me go. "...Have you calmed down?" he asked calmly.
• No. You jerked again, but he only pulled you closer.
• I'm still angry at you. He looked silently for a couple of seconds.
• I noticed that. “Then let go,” you said irritably.
• No.
• Why are you so stubborn?! Long Ze raised himself slightly without loosening his grip. — Because you're stubborn too. It's annoying.
• Then don't touch me. He looked into your eyes for a few seconds. — …I can’t.
• What? — I'm used to it already. You froze, clearly not expecting to hear that. And he, as if he hadn't said anything special, leaned back against the pillows, not loosening his grip.
• And stop sulking. You're terrible at this.

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