Fong walked quietly through the rather small house that belonged to his beloved (Name)-chan, carrying a bowl of miso soup. As he entered her room said woman looked over at him from her bed and smiled.
"You really don't need to worry about me, Fong. It's just a cold."
He nodded. "That is true, but you'll recover much faster if you have someone taking care of you."
You rolled your eyes and let the over protective man feed you. When you finished, he then handed you a plastic cup that held a very disturbing looking substance.
"...Fong?"
"Yes (Name)-chan?"
You pointed at the weird liquid. "What is that?"
"Medicine. What did you think it is?"
"...I'm not sure, but I'm not taking it!"
"Then you'll just to stay in bed for a while."
"Fine."
Fong sighed. "I guess I have no choice."
You watched in horror as the man allowed the "medicine".
"Fong! What are you-"
As the Chinese man kissed you, a slimy liquid slid down your throat. When he pulled away, it took everything in you not to puke from how nasty the "medicine" tasted.
"There. Now was that so hard?"
"Yes."
-Extended ending-
"You okay, Fong? You look pale."
Fong sneezed and wiped his nose with a tissue. "You're contagious in more ways than one, (Name)-chan..."