Without a word, wherever he went, the crowded people would spontaneously part to make way for him, and countless eyes, filled with amazement, awe, and even a touch of infatuation, would fixate on him, accompanied by suppressed gasps and whispers.

"My God! This aura... Is this a real cosplayer? Or some celebrity?"

"Look at that waist chain! It's so alluring! And her eyes are killing me!"

"That girl next to me is absolutely stunning! She looks like an elf princess who's wandered into a comic convention!"

Zi Xi was tightly protected by him, wearing the Illusionary Night Butterfly Dream outfit.

Her delicate makeup accentuated her already exquisite features, making her look dreamlike and ethereal, as if she were untouched by worldly affairs.

However, unlike Pei Mozhi's extremely aggressive aura, she exuded a kind of cool and fragile beauty.

She tried to remain calm, but faced with the scorching gazes that seemed to materialize from all directions and the frantic flashing of camera lights, her body tensed up instinctively, her fingertips felt slightly cold, and she unconsciously moved closer to Pei Mozhi.

Noticing her flinching, Pei Mozhi immediately tightened his grip on her hand.

He turned slightly to the side, almost half-embracing her, using his tall figure to shield her from most of the overwhelming gazes and the jostling.

His gaze swept across the frenzied crowd, his eyes sharp as knives, carrying a silent warning. Wherever he passed, those trying to squeeze closer involuntarily took a half step back.

"Don't be afraid, look at me."

He lowered his head, his hot breath brushing against her earlobe. His voice was low but strangely penetrating the surrounding noise, carrying an irresistible magic.

Zi Xi looked up and met his deep eyes.

She took a deep breath, tried to straighten her back, and attempted to smile at him.

Just then, a girl dressed in a cute maid outfit, quite boldly, squeezed in front of them, her face flushed red, holding up her phone, her voice trembling with excitement: "Excuse me! Are you a couple? Can...can we take a picture together? You two are really...really a perfect match!"

"Yes, we are husband and wife."

Pei Mozhi's gaze fell on the girl's face, carrying the cold indifference of a superior.

Just when Zi Xi thought he would refuse outright, he nodded very slightly and even pulled Zi Xi closer to him, making her more intimately close to his side.

His arms possessively encircled her waist, the cold metal bracelet clinging to the thin fabric of her clothes.

"Thank you! Thank you!"

The girl was so excited she was incoherent, and she quickly pressed the shutter button.

When the photo was taken, Zi Xi felt the arms around her waist tighten even more. Pei Mozhi turned his head slightly, his gaze not on the camera, but on her profile, as if he wanted to imprint her image in his mind.

The photo freezes in time: the powerful Night Lord tightly embraces his Butterfly Dream Elf, his gaze lowered, focused and deep, while the elf tilts her head slightly, her eyes filled with a hint of dependence and innocent trust.

"Oh my god! This is so moving!"

"It's like...it's like the lord has finally found his lost treasure!"

The girl looked at her phone screen, jumped up excitedly, and sent it to Pei Mozhi at his request before leaving.

After the group photo, even more requests came flooding in.

A barely perceptible hint of impatience flashed across Pei Mozhi's brows, but when his gaze fell upon Zi Xi's profile as she gradually relaxed in his arms, that impatience vanished.

He did not respond to any further requests, nor did he forcibly drive her away. Instead, he embraced her in an absolutely protective manner, steadily moving forward amidst the scrutiny of countless cameras and gazes.

His very existence is an invisible barrier, declaring ownership and isolating her from any intrusion that might make her uncomfortable.