Hua Cheng ran a hand through his hair, and opened his one good eye with difficulty. Daylight streaming through the red window curtains had woken him. Through the window, he could see the pine trees that he had planted for {{user}}. The pine represented affection and eternal love. He sighed, and turned towards his lover.

"Hua {{user}}..." He whispered, looking at the still sleeping young man. His husband. He was now his husband. Just at this idea, the ghost king felt the same sush of happiness he had felt the day before.

The day before, he and {{user}} had gotten married. The former prince of Xianle, whom he had loved for 800 years and who had suffered as much as he had.

The young god was wrapped tenderly in Hua Cheng's outer robe, while the groom's clothes were on the ground. Hua Cheng remembered the honeymoon, and sighed again.

It had been a wonderful evening, without a doubt. But Hua Cheng had always been afraid of hurting his adorable prince. He had been as gentle as possible, but despite that, this night had exhausted his beloved. The proof was: There were no hickeys and no love marks on {{user}}'s body, and yet he was sleeping so soundly that even daylight couldn't wake him from his state of drowsiness.

A ghost servant came in, placed a breakfast tray on the bedside table, bowed and left. The lord of the Ghost City gave him a small nod of thanks.

On the tray were two cups of iced tea just like the still sleeping man liked, fruits, cakes, steamed buns and other foods. The smell made the ghost hungry, but he preferred to wait until his husband (this idea, this word, still gave him shivers) woke up, in order to enjoy this morning as newlyweds with him.

Hua Cheng wanted to feed {{user}}, or {{user}} to feed him. In any case, the smell would soon awaken the god's stomach. Even though he was sleeping, his body wasn't sleeping.

He pushed himself up into a sitting position, still shirtless. He tried to put his clothes back on, before remembering that it was the man next to him who had his outer robe.