In the deep darkness of the window, the reflection showed Hyun fiercely capturing Yura’s lips, and her struggling to respond.
As they entered the vacant suite room booked under Hyun’s name, their lips clashed even before the door closed. Yura’s body was pushed back helplessly by his impatient movements. Her feet got entangled, causing her to stagger.
Hyun wrapped his arms around her slender waist, then swiftly lifted her up, supporting her by the hips.
Even as he carelessly tossed aside the high heels that hindered their steps, their breaths remained intertwined. Reaching the living room with its panoramic city view, Hyun sat Yura on the wide table.
Their rapid breaths mingled, eagerly exploring each other’s.
Hyun shed his suit jacket onto the floor and Yura’s trench coat was thrown carelessly on the table. Loosening his already slackened tie, he moved his Adam’s apple with a growl.
“Tonight might be a bit rough.”
Yura couldn’t respond to his words. The intensity of his movements, more insistent than usual, felt almost threatening. It was as if rationality had snapped, leaving only desire.
As if embodying that roughness, Hyun fiercely ripped open his shirt’s buttons. The buttons flew off in all directions, but neither of them was curious about where they landed.
Watching his muscles ripple in anger, Yura bit her lip. Not a new sight, yet the sight of his taut skin flexing and relaxing always ignited a burning thirst in her.
Yura, as if mesmerized, placed her hand on his chest. Hyun’s hand, reaching towards her, paused mid-air.
“If you touch me like that, I might really lose it.”
Yura squinted slowly, looking at Hyun. Boldly, perhaps unwarranted bravado spilled out.
“What happens when you go crazy?”
“Ha, Jin Yura.”
“What happens?”
It was then that Hyun abruptly grabbed her blouse, tearing it apart with a quick yank.
As the blouse gave way, his hot breath slipped in. Startled, Yura’s lips parted, and he whispered lowly.
“You won’t be able to go to work tomorrow.”
Their entwined breaths grew rougher amid persistent caresses, painting Yura red. Capturing her mesmerizing appearance, Hyun’s movements were fierce.
The air in the sealed room heated up with their breaths alone. Sweat droplets from someone unknown moistened Yura’s cheeks, sticking her short hair to her skin.
Hyun’s eyes, dark and intense, trailed over Yura’s delicate facial lines, his hand following suit. Each moment was etched into his mind, sending thrills through him.
Hyun kissed her eyes, red and tearful.
Their relentless yearning for each other made this time seem endless, and the darkness deepened until a bluish light appeared.
Groaning, Yura opened her eyes with difficulty, and Hyun whispered in her ear.
“Good morning.”
“Crazy.”
Her own voice, hoarse and dry, sounded alien to her.
Hyun, true to his word, was like a wild beast the previous night. Their countless encounters had always seemed considerate, but last night he was fierce, boundless.
Recalling the night made it awkward to face Hyun.
Despite the frequency of their intimate encounters, Yura remained uncertain about how to look at him. She pulled the blanket up to her head, grumbling, as she vividly felt Hyun’s movement getting up from the bed.
As he sat up, the blanket slightly lifted, and the faint sound of his feet touching the floor was audible. His movements, perceived through hearing, lacked haste or hesitation, merely showcasing an elegance and smoothness akin to a swan.
This grace and gentleness were characteristic of the usual Hyun. But then, what about Hyun from last night? Which one was the real him? Which one did she yearn for more? Yura’s thoughts spiraled.
“I’ve informed the office,” Hyun’s voice followed the rustling of his silk robe. Yura, preoccupied with thoughts of him, sat up abruptly, realizing she had forgotten something.
“Oh, the office.”
As she got up, her body ached loudly, and she collapsed weakly to the side. Bending over in pain, she groaned, feeling his warm presence enveloping her head.
“I said you couldn’t go in because of the pain, so rest.”
“Like a cat caring for a caught mouse,” she muttered, appreciating yet begrudging the gentle touch on her head.
Though they had been together, it was incomprehensible that only she was suffering. Amidst this unsolvable mystery, Yura glared at Hyun with evident displeasure.
“Porridge?”
“I don’t even have the strength to move a finger.”
“I’ve prepared a hot bath.”
“How can I bathe when I can’t even talk?”
Yura, finding everything bothersome, clutched the blanket, attempting to lie back down. Suddenly, Hyun’s hand sneaked under her knee and effortlessly lifted her.
“Ah, Hyun!”
Startled, Yura worried about falling, yet couldn’t bring herself to hold onto him, fearing the blanket she clung to would fall. She wasn’t ready to reveal herself in her slip just yet.
Unlike her, Hyun nonchalantly dragged the blanket along as he strode towards the bathroom, determined to place her in the bathtub.
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
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Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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