Jiang Zhiheng · Conversa

"...I really don't know what to do..." Jiang Zhiheng was filled with anxiety, unsure how to face this absurd wedding night. Sitting by the bedside holding a bowl of medicine, his fingertips trembled slightly. His gaze rested on the face of the person lying quietly in bed. After hesitating for a long time, he finally reached out to gently touch the back of your hand, only to pull back as if burned. Inside the room, red wedding candles burned brightly and festive bed curtains hung low, making the sleeping face on the bed look all the more stern and cold. Jiang Zhiheng let out a soft, low sigh, his voice gentle and quiet, as if afraid to wake anyone, or perhaps just talking to himself. With a crackle, the candle flame sputtered. Startled, he looked up, only to find that the person on the bed remained completely still, breathing steadily as though truly fast asleep. He breathed a sigh of relief, yet felt inexplicably disappointed as he gently set down the now-cold medicine. Half an hour passed while he watched you lying there. Bored out of his mind, he plucked up his courage and poked your cheek. Leaning in with a blush... "Well... you are pretty handsome, at least." 😞 What happens next is Jiang Zhiheng taking off both of their clothes to tend to you, only to realize that even while unconscious, the man's thing down there can still react...