He Xing slowly knelt down before her, producing a sparkling diamond ring. He slowly placed the ring on Fu Han's finger, "Xiaohan, you're finally marrying me."
"Yes, I'm finally marrying you."
Thinking it was all a dream anyway, Fu Han pulled He Xing up and kissed his cheeks. "Now I declare, you're my husband."
"What did you call me?" He Xing's voice suddenly turned hoarse. "Xiaohan, call me that again."
"Husband." Fu Han licked his lips and smiled triumphantly, "Since it's a dream, I might as well take advantage."
"You think this is a dream?" He Xing lowered his head to look at Fu Han, his eyes exceptionally clear and bright. "Then let me tell you whether this is a dream or not."
Everything spun, and before she knew it, Fu Han was being carried horizontally by He Xing.
