A gentle kiss

[Ngh!]

The pain struck hard, and his vision turned white. In an instant, Ning Shile was drenched in cold sweat.

He staggered half a step, his arm knocking into the condiments on the counter. Bottles and jars toppled with a clatter.

Ning Shile clutched his head. Unable to stand through the searing pain, he curled up on the floor.

"Did you hurt yourself anywhere?" Zheng Ye's voice reached him, but it sounded strange, as though it were coming from far away.

Ning Shile's vision blurred. He looked up in confusion.

Only then did he realize that his surroundings had changed at some point.

He was no longer in the cramped earthen kitchen, but in an exceptionally cozy room.

A double bed stood in the middle, its blue mink-fleece sheet neatly spread. A small night-light sat on the bedside table, while Ning Shile was sitting on the floor amid the shattered pieces of a vase.

This was neither his room nor a room in the Zheng Family home. It was somewhere he had never been.

Yet Ning Shile found it incredibly familiar.

What was going on?

"Did you fall?" Zheng Ye casually kicked aside the broken vase at his feet and crouched beside Ning Shile. "It's only a vase. Your husband will buy you another."

Husband?

Ning Shile's ears burned at the word, and he stared blankly at him.

But somehow, Ning Shile could not bring himself to object. Deep down, he felt that this was exactly how the other man should refer to himself.

"What's wrong?" Seeing Ning Shile's dazed expression, Zheng Ye looked a little worried. He reached out and rubbed Ning Shile's head with utter ease. "Did you hurt yourself when you fell?"

"No..." Ning Shile had barely begun to speak when the scene before him started to