Clattering, Yeeun inserted the key into the front door, making a slow noise while opening it. Even that seemed to be a bit tight, so when the door opened slowly, Doha added a word.
“You should replace it, right?”
Can’t even say that much to the owner. When Yeeun added casually, “The landlady is a bit stubborn. If you want to fix it, fix it, but consider restoring it to its original state when you leave. Turning something old into something new is easy, but turning something new into something old is difficult.”
Struggling, Yeeun opened the front door and turned back after turning on the front light.
“It’s a house filled with memories with your husband, so she told me not to fix anything.”
Perhaps due to the light of the front light. Yeeun’s eyes looking at Doha shook with a faint light.
The wrinkles on Doha’s shadowy face also seemed somehow poignant.
“So, what can we do? We have to live like this.”
Speaking with muddy lips, Doha, unknowingly raising his hand, gently touched Yeeun’s forehead.
Perhaps it was to check if she had a fever.
Startled, looking at Yeeun who was shrinking her shoulders, Doha raised one corner of his mouth.
“It would be troublesome if we end up in the emergency room like last time. For both of us.”
Saying it like a joke, Doha passed by Yeeun and stepped into the house.
Doha, who swept through the dimly lit interior of the house, swallowed his sigh.
To say that he was getting used to it on the second visit was a bit ridiculous.
If he said that this cramped and fussy place looked better than the first time, it might also be a bit ridiculous.
Stopping in front of the shelf, Doha looked at the family photo and entered the kitchen as Yeeun passed by.
“Coffee, alcohol, or a meal. What would you like to have?”
Yeeun, who had put her bag on the two-person dining table, looked back at him.
Touching Yeeun in the family photo with her fingertips, he threw a glance at her.
“All three.”
In response to his answer, the large brown eyes slightly shook.
“Let’s go in the order of a meal, then alcohol, and finally coffee.”
In the family photo, she was smiling so brightly, but the real Yeeun in reality never smiled.
Come to think of it, he couldn’t recall seeing this woman’s laughter.
She just made a fake smile with an extremely businesslike face.
Or maybe she copied someone else’s laughter and laughed along.
Leaving the shelf, he approached Yeeun, who was still reaching for her bag on the table.
As she was still putting tension into her hand, Yeeun, startled, tensed her grip on her hand.
“Small, moist, and velvety Miss Yeeun Seo.”
Spitting out the words slowly, he firmly held Yeeun’s gaze with his dark eyes.
The clear eyes etching her were trembling like the sky.
Whether what made her tremble was tension, excitement, or both.
Perhaps he himself didn’t know why he was trembling.
In this old and worn-out house, he felt a crazy desire to hold Yeeun, or rather, to embrace her.
“Since you’re hungry, quickly make something.”
But not right now.
He pulled Yeeun’s hand, leading her to the sink, suppressing the surging desire.
“I might be so hungry that I’ll devour Seo Yeeun in one bite.”
Watching Yeeun’s shoulders stiffen at his half-joking remark, Doha released her hand.
Being empty-handed felt so empty.
Her heart was beating too fast and too forcefully, to the point of embarrassment. In case Chadoha heard her heartbeat, the tension became dangerously close.
Yeeun, taking out vegetables and meat from the refrigerator, made omurice. She thinly cooked the eggs, put the fried rice in a pretty bowl, and topped it with eggs.
Without thinking, her hand, which was drawing a heart with ketchup, paused.
Turning back slightly, the bewildered Yeeun glanced back. Chadoha was sitting quietly at the two-person dining table.
While she was making rice, he looked around the living room, talked to someone, and gazed out the window. Since then, he had been sitting quietly, watching her.
The discomfort of his gaze, reaching wherever his gaze touched, made her uneasy throughout the meal preparation.
Enduring the tingling sensation, Yeeun placed two servings of omurice on the table.
When she took out two cans of beer from the refrigerator and returned to the table, Chadoha stared at her face intently. There was a playful energy in his black eyes.
“Why?”
“Because I wondered about the meaning of this crushed half heart.”
Chadoha pointed slightly. It was the heart she drew, but it was a red heart.
Carefully opening her lips, the embarrassed Yeeun turned her gaze back. Chadoha was sitting quietly at the two-person dining table.
While she was making rice, he looked around the living room, talked to someone, and gazed out the window. Since then, he had been sitting quietly, watching her.
The discomfort of his gaze, reaching wherever his gaze touched, made her uneasy throughout the meal preparation.
Enduring the tingling sensation, Yeeun placed two servings of omurice on the table.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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