A tense, pale face, slim yet firm shoulders, a rounded chest, and a slender waist.
And pretty legs, thin but straight.
Eun, who had repeatedly appeared in his mind and confused him, now appeared before him, aligning her gaze with his and bowing her head.
“Sorry for being late, Chief Director.”
A moment ago, there was a tingling sensation in his chest, as if scratched by something.
Whether spreading along the veins or along the nerves.
The heat rising from his chest quickly seized his whole body, igniting the desire that had been barely suppressed.
Feeble conscience?
A slight hint of remorse?
A fire erupted in his chest, impurely sweeping him away, as if commanding to dismiss such nonsense.
“You’ve come.”
Doha, lifting his head without taking his gaze off Yeeun, took a sip of wine.
Just one more drink, yet a certain intoxication set in, making him feel drowsy.
Looking straight at him, Yeeun smiled faintly.
“I’m sorry for being late; I was delayed buying bagged coffee because you said you wanted to taste it.”
Saying so, she revealed a small paper box in her hand.
From Yeeun’s breath, the warm aroma of coffee, resembling that of a monster, emanated.
After momentarily glancing down at the bagged coffee, Doha looked at Yeeun again and finished the wine.
Placing the empty glass on the bar, he approached Yeeun with slow steps.
“I wonder where the bagged coffee I wanted to taste is.”
Doha, gripping Yeeun’s wrist as if entwining it, pulled her closer to him.
“It must be you.”
No other words were necessary.
No other concerns were needed.
Doha, who laid bare his existing desire, seemed as if he would swallow Yeeun’s face as he gazed down at her.
Even Yeeun, looking up as if her head could touch his, did not avoid him.
In her night-colored eyes with many stories, his face glowed and shimmered.
What is that?
Why does such a trivial thing… affect people’s hearts?
“So, when the opportunity arises, run away.”
So I said this because Yeeun’s eyes, full of stories, had made the stories within even more vivid.
What kind of feelings was she looking at him with?
“It’s not too late yet.”
Even though she said that, she exerted more force on the wrist she held.
It was to make sure Seo Yeeun couldn’t escape, to make it impossible for her to get away.
Yeeun, who had been silently gazing at him, faintly smiled and lowered her head.
“Don’t run away.”
With her hand that was gripping my wrist, she overlapped her other hand, her eyelids trembling.
“I’m curious too.”
At the end of her voice, there was a difficult dampness.
“What is it like to spend a night with someone like the head of the main office?”
Her slightly lowered voice rippled provocatively.
“I’ve become curious.”
The meaning of loosening the reins was felt for the first time.
The meager conscience that had been held tightly was released, and the scales that measured a woman’s circumstances were ruthlessly crumpled.
Ethical, moral, human, and so on.
Countless concepts and standards that had never been used when dealing with a woman, especially with this woman in front of me, were confusing my mind, and even that disappeared completely.
So what, what can you do?
I want to taste it.
Instead of releasing my wrist, she grabbed my throat, and her lips overlapped roughly.
Being fooled by such an obvious lie is because of the excessive alcohol.
It’s reasonable to be intoxicated. It’s only two glasses of wine.
Moreover, when she approached, giving off a fishy smell, even if it’s a lie, she should teach me since I said I was curious.
With that in mind, Doha delved deeper into Yeeun’s thoughts.
The sensation of soft lips and the peculiar feeling in the mouth made my reason paralyzed, but let’s say it’s because of the alcohol.
Yes, because of the alcohol.
I think it’s crazy.
You’re curious, and I want to taste it too.
But it was an honest feeling to the point of madness.
What the hell is Cha Doha, and what does it mean to get involved with this man, and why does everyone make her so unbearable?
It was so irritating that I even harbored a wicked thought that I would rather really seduce him and shake things up.
One more honest thought than that was that Yeeun was really curious about Cha Doha.
The moment she set eyes on this man, her body responded immediately, and she couldn’t escape from the strange warmth whenever she thought of him.
It might be better to embrace him once and get rid of that fantastic warmth.
It was a simple thought.
Yes, that would be better.
Even now, when our lips overlap and our breath becomes short, I was thinking only of that.
I thought it would be better to be satisfied by breaking the boiling heat bubbling inside my navel.
But even such thoughts were ultimately a luxury.
Cut off Cha Doha? How?
When just a kiss feels like this, how can I cut him off?
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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