The next day, a light rain arrived without warning, pattering against the windowsill.
Jiang Ze woke to the sound of rain. The man's warm body beside him only made him feel drowsier.
"Mm... what time is it?"
He instinctively nuzzled into Meng Zhiyuan's arms, his hand resting on firm, powerful muscles. The discomfort in his body, however, brought him a little closer to wakefulness.
Remembering their wild antics last night, Jiang Ze abruptly lifted his head and looked straight into a pair of dark eyes.
"Hungry?"
Jiang Ze quickly buried half his face in the man's chest again, not quite daring to meet his eyes.
Ah, what do I do? Every time I see his face, I remember how he acted all needy with me last night... and... and called me his wife...
"N-no..."
The young man's voice was muffled, carrying a hint of happiness even he hadn't noticed.
As though he had finally understood his ultimate purpose in coming to this world, Jiang Ze now felt an indescribable mix of emotions when he faced Meng Zhiyuan.
Meng Zhiyuan stroked Jiang Ze's head, his voice gentler than it had ever been.
"If you're still sleepy, get some more rest. We'll head back once the rain stops."
Jiang Ze blinked and looked up at his stern face, asking cautiously.
"You're... not angry anymore?"
Meng Zhiyuan smiled, lowering his head to kiss his lips lightly, his tone easy.
"Of course not. I know you're not ready yet. I'll wait."
Meng Zhiyuan didn't specify what he was waiting for, but they both understood.
Jiang Ze lowered his head, a bittersweet ache filling his chest. He wanted to tell him everything he felt in one go, but he didn't know where to begin.
*Should I tell him I transmigrated into a book, or that