Honey, Let’s Cuddle!

They were together for five years, yet Pei Yanli never once said “I love you.” Consequently, Luo Yunqing always viewed himself as nothing more than a lover.

It wasn’t until Pei Yanli fell to his death, clutching two gold rings so tightly his grip didn’t loosen even in death and leaving behind a long-prepared will transferring his entire fortune to his “beloved, Luo Yunqing,” that Luo realized the truth. This man f***ing loved him to death.

And he, in turn, f***ing loved Pei Yanli to death.

After exacting his revenge, Luo Yunqing held the funeral urn and jumped into the sea without a hint of regret. To his surprise, when he opened his eyes again, he had returned to the summer of his 18th year, right after the college entrance exams.

This was the year his wealthy biological parents finally found him.

This time, facing his eldest brother, who had come to persuade him to return only so he could stand in for the “fake” young master in an arranged marriage, Luo Yunqing slowly curled his lips into a smile and nodded.

Husband, I’m coming for you!

Pei Yanli’s legs were crippled from a car accident, and with his injuries constantly recurring, he had no desire to burden his marriage partner. On their wedding night, he steered his wheelchair toward the bedroom, carrying a pre-drafted divorce agreement.

Instead, he found a youth kneeling on the bed, his long, slender, pale legs exposed. A loose silk shirt draped off one shoulder as he blinked innocently like a kitten and called out: “Husband!”

Pei Yanli’s grip on his wheelchair tightened instantly. “Divorcing right after getting married wouldn’t look good,” Pei thought, silently tucking the agreement away. “Maybe in a while.”

After the wedding, Pei’s primary observation was that his spouse was incredibly clingy. If it wasn’t hugs, it was cuddles. During thunderstorms, the boy would tremble and burrow into Pei’s arms, looking utterly pitiful. Pei Yanli lowered his boundaries again and again, allowing the boy to get closer.

Until one stormy night.

Worried about the boy being home alone, Pei Yanli abandoned an ongoing business meeting and rushed back. Passing an alleyway, he caught a glimpse of his “pitiful, thunder-fearing” wife swinging a metal baseball bat, cracking it against the head of the fake young master’s childhood friend.

With blood splattered across his cheek, the boy’s expression was as cold as a vengeful spirit crawling out of hell. Then, their eyes met amidst the lightning and thunder.

The bat hit the ground with a clang. Luo Yunqing frantically wiped the blood from his face, looking through the rain with a pathetic pout: “Hu-Husband, it’s thundering. I’m scared!”

The thunder roared above, but the atmosphere fell into a bizarre, frozen silence.

Just before Luo Yunqing’s heart sank completely, the car door opened. Pei Yanli calmly held out an umbrella, took the boy’s hand, and led him back to the car. He gently wiped the blood-streaked rainwater from the boy’s face and covered his ears before the next crack of thunder hit.

He told him: “Don’t be afraid. Husband is here.”

Mini Theater:

Luo Yunqing: “Husband, I love you!” Pei Yanli: “I love you too. Yesterday’s rabbit outfit got torn. How about this one with cat ears tonight?”

Luo Yunqing: “Never mind, I don’t love you anymore.” (My waist hurts!)

One-sentence summary: My wife is a clingy, spoiled sweetheart. Theme: The person who loves you will rush toward you with everything they have.