A little ancestor who has lived for thousands of years is struck off the roster by her founding master, then a bolt of lightning hurls her into a time tunnel...
When she wakes, it's the apocalypse.
Looking at the peachwood sword no longer than her palm, she scrunches her little face into a pout, her expression spelling out one thing: Frustration!
She never expected to meet him...
Along the way, she's sweet and adorable, while he dotes on her; she's assertive, while he's the devoted husband...
"... Are you hungry?"
The man peels another peanut and feeds it to her, a sly glint in his eyes. "Mm-hmm!"
Unable to resist, she reaches out and lifts his chin. "Then let's eat together!"
The man lowers his eyes, a soft laugh escaping his throat. "All right!"
He kneels to take off her shoes, then sits on the bed beside the young woman.
He slowly leans closer.
He brushes the tip of his nose against hers and gives her a kiss scented with wine.
The red dates, peanuts, longans, and lotus seeds on the bed are all swept onto the floor.
Someone chuckles softly, his voice gentle and almost bewitching. "How about calling me 'husband' for once?"
Hearing his laughter, she feels like teasing him too. She doesn't call him that then, but goes on to call him that all night long.
