Certainly, the words were about a tree, but the voice was as seductive as ever.
At the slightly split end, the moisture was difficult, and the ears felt ticklish as if they would melt.
Goosebumps ran along the nape, and a languid sensation seemed to rake along the spine.
But she didn’t want to crumble again under Chadoha.
“I’m telling you that you should drink coffee while covering it. As an image trainer.”
With a straightforward yet quite firm voice, Yeoeun turned her body carefully.
Leaning against the sink, she was still in Chadoha’s embrace.
The heart pounded madly, but she didn’t reveal any hesitation.
Instead, she calmly settled her emotions and continued her words.
“It’s the same for women.”
Still holding onto the sink, Chadoha, who was unaware of her movements, stared intently.
“It’s good to be strong when working. Strong for the high-ranking people and weak for the weak.”
Looking at the slightly curved red lips, Yeoeun spoke.
“Show charisma and strength that executives can’t reach, and show modesty to those in lower positions. Having a bag of coffee then is perfectly fine.”
“But?”
Chadoha, tilting her head, urged her to continue.
A facial expression that seemed to say, “Where are you going with this?” appeared on her face.
Arrogant and cold.
“But women should be selective.”
That’s what she wanted to say.
“As fitting women.”
What Cha Hyun desired. What Chairman Cha Jiseop dreamed of.
Chadoha would divorce Kim Haeli, separate all the unfit women, and marry Jinyuhee, jumping onto the long chessboard of the Cha family.
Even Yeoeun was included among the unfit.
No, she probably wouldn’t be included there.
Because she’s a toy.
“Is Seo Yeoeun a woman to me?”
And Chadoha confirmed that without a doubt.
“Even if it’s a toy.”
She was an existence that couldn’t even be a woman to Chadoha.
“In the first place, they belong to different places.”
Yeoeun, who said that, glanced at her house.
“Find a better toy in an expensive place, General Manager. Don’t covet a worn-out toy like this in such a humble place. You might get hurt.”
“I don’t like it.”
Chadoha, who hadn’t moved until now, slowly moved one hand and embraced her waist.
“If Seo Yeoeun doesn’t like it, push her away.”
With gracefully curved red lips and a cool smile, she approached.
“If you say that while looking at me like that, it might not be very convincing.”
The lips quietly overlapped.
Yeoeun accepted Chadoha, who pushed herself towards her, calmly.
I just hated myself, who collapsed so emptily.
It was hot.
Swallowing, the lips that were swallowed were excessively hot, so at first, I thought it was just this woman’s body that was burning.
But it wasn’t.
Inside the lips was hotter, and the breath exhaled was hot too.
The slender waist felt in the left hand, and the warmth from the right hand digging into the back of the neck were distinct.
Doha, who bit her lip, asked, “Since when have you been in pain?”
It wasn’t like this in the hotel elevator.
She just thought her body temperature was higher than others.
“Is the fever high?”
Doha, who touched Yeoeun’s forehead with her hand, wrinkled her impression.
At that moment, Yeoeun, with hazy eyes, pushed his hand away.
“It’s okay. It’s just a bit of a cold feeling…”
Pushing him away, she slipped out of his embrace, stealing a kiss from him with the back of her hand.
“So just go. If this cheap toy breaks here, I won’t be able to play anymore.”
From him, her turned back seemed infinitely small.
The thin knit revealed the clear curves of her delicate body.
Round shoulders and protruding shoulder blades reminiscent of a ballerina.
Doha, staring at her narrow back, took out her phone.
A few finger taps, and the signal rang.
Having heard the small sound, Yeoeun looked back at him.
Seeing her red eyes and pretty blush on her young cheek, he thought this woman wanted him too, but no.
It was not desire for him but just warmth.
Just a fever.
Darn it.
“Manager Kim Jung-joo.”
Manager Kim Jung-joo, on the other end of the line, answered the phone with a tense voice.
“Go and bring the car into the villa. We need to go to the hospital.”
Even while on the phone, Doha’s gaze lingered on Yeoeun.
The night-colored eyes gradually became confused with perplexity as they listened to the phone conversation.
It was nice to see the posture of her approaching with her head tilted towards him as he hung up the phone.
“I’m okay. Just take medicine…”
“It’s not a fever that will go down with medicine.”
A peach-colored blush beautifully colored Yeoeun’s cheek.
Doha, looking at the blush, reached out.
“I need to give you some work, and with your condition, it will be more difficult for me.”
Doha, holding Yeoeun’s wrist, exerted firm force.
“Is this enough as an answer?”
Along with the warm sensation, the slender wrist seemed to crumple in her hand.
When she loosened her grip, red marks were delicately left on the white wrist.
The desire to leave pretty marks on this woman’s body rose sharply for a moment.
Tightening her wrist again, Doha pulled Yeoeun slightly.
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
