บท 458: You are my husband

His heart pounded in his chest as he stared at the delicate-looking young man before him, dressed in women's clothes. The sight was a stark contrast to what he had anticipated. He expected to see his beautiful wife but instead, there was a man with lopsided boobs. His hair was tied up messily, and his clothes, though fastened well, seemed out of place on his slender frame. 

Luo Muchen instinctively drew his sword, its sharp blade hovering dangerously close to the young man's neck. The room fell into an eerie silence, broken only by the soft clinking of the spoon against the bowl as Qie Xieling continued to eat his rice and pork congee, seemingly unfazed by the dire situation.

Luo Muchen's voice trembled with a mixture of confusion and anger. "Who are you?" he demanded, his grip on the sword tightening.