The Best-Kept Secret

A scheming green-tea top, Li Feiyang x a hedgehog of a househusband, Zhu Wenxing A pair of women's lace panties, dangled from a pinky finger, is raised right into his line of sight. "Yours?" Zhu Wenxing's indifferent expression only deepens. He doesn't dare so much as glance sideways at the thing hanging off Li Feiyang's finger—and in his fluster, his foot slams the gas pedal to the floor. Li Feiyang leans against the railing, teasingly stroking Zhu Wenxing's jade-white neck: "You're just like a hedgehog when you're angry." Zhu Wenxing is every bit his match—one slap knocks the man's hand away: "If I were a hedgehog, I'd make sure I stung you." In the hospital, the steady beep of the machines holds everyone's hearts in suspense. Zhu Wenxing lies quietly on the bed, still as a doll. Li Feiyang is terrifyingly calm. "Time to get up and sting me, hedgehog. Wenxing, don't make me wait too long." I miss you... and I long to love you.