The new story is a sweet and naive mpreg novel. The bottom goes for a checkup and discovers he has an incurable disease, leaving him utterly despondent. He thinks, "How can I die without even sleeping with my crush?" Before death, he must sleep with him! On a dark and windy night, the two raise their glasses, and the bottom, emboldened by alcohol, makes his move (or rather, gets made a move on). After a passionate night, the bottom, satisfied yet tearful from the pain, sneaks away (yes, it's that cliché). Three months later, instead of death, he's diagnosed with pregnancy. His inner turmoil aside, four years later, the bottom squats with his daughter by a school gate, munching on a pancake. Pointing at the top—now a professor returned from abroad—he tells her, "You wanted to know what your mom looks like? That's him!" The daughter frowns, "Mom looks like a man?"