A figure suddenly appeared behind Jiang Hao, smiling as she quietly poked him with a finger. Jiang Hao spun around and pulled the woman into his arms. After a flurry of kisses, the two fell onto the bed and nestled together intimately.
"Make a camera. I want to preserve our beautiful moments," Jiang Hao said.
Death smiled, reached out, and produced a phone in her hand. Jiang Hao took it and held Death as he kept taking pictures.
Hugging, kissing, making hearts, pinching each other, laughing as they gazed into each other's eyes, utterly inseparable—however sweet they could be, they were.
As a professional photographer, he took exquisitely beautiful photos, practically artistic portraits. Even Death loved them.
"Can you do me a favor?" Jiang Hao asked, holding Death.
"What is it?"
"Send Thanos a copy of all these photos," Jiang Hao said.
Death was slightly stunned. "Why send them to him?"
Jiang Hao shrugged. "Maybe I'm being selfish, but I want to tell him that we're deeply in love and very happy now. I don't want him disturbing us."
Death looked at Jiang Hao and chuckled. "What, are you jealous because he sent me a love letter last time? There's no need. Even if we weren't together, I wouldn't like him."
Death truly had no feelings whatsoever for Thanos.
Jiang Hao sighed and said with a somewhat despondent tenderness, "All right, I'm being petty. If you don't want to, forget it."
Death cupped Jiang Hao's face and said affectionately, "Don't be sad, okay? I just don't think it's necessary. The two of us being together has nothing to do with him. He would never destroy our relationship. But since you want it, I'll send them."
Jiang Hao shook his head. "Perhaps you don't know this, but Thanos cast a curse