After a long day together, heading home.
Hyun-woo insisted on seating the dispirited Sori at the dining table.
He personally brewed a warm cup of chamomile tea, known for its soothing properties, and placed it in front of her.
“Drinking this tea will help you sleep better.”
“Professor…”
“Why?”
Did you get disappointed in me today? It’s a rhetorical question, isn’t it?
Sori called him, but her lips just quivered without saying anything.
“Why? If you have something to say, say it.”
“It’s not about what I have to say, it’s…”
“What do you want to hear then?”
Words of denial. Words of reassurance. Words that it’s okay.
She actually wanted to hear such words.
But she doubted he would offer such comfort. To the perfect Professor Seo Hyun-woo, she was just an inadequate doctor.
“As a person, not just as a professor, as a partner… as a husband, I mean some kind of comfort.”
“?!?”
At the mention of the word ‘husband’, a vein popped on his forehead then disappeared.
His eyes slightly narrowed, seemingly confused by her rather bold statement.
“I had a really tough day today.”
She didn’t know anymore.
Having already blurted it out, she felt the urge to push her luck.
“Every day for a first-year resident is so long and tiring…”
Deliberately letting out a deep sigh over the teacup, Sori dropped her eyes sadly.
Realizing too late, she was terribly embarrassed by her words. What right did she have to expect comfort from him?
Then, Hyun-woo, who had been just watching her quietly, suddenly stood up from the dining table chair.
Walking around the large table, he unexpectedly approached Sori’s side, looking down at her with an inscrutable expression, seemingly pondering what to say.
Sori’s face heated up as he gazed at her from such a close distance, feeling like a farmer under the scorching sun.
“Husband…”
There seemed to be a hint of amusement in his eyes, and his voice carried a tinge of bewilderment.
Sori’s ears instantly turned red. Her heart began to pound unexpectedly.
Hyun-woo slowly leaned towards her.
As his face drew closer, Sori awkwardly gulped down her tea in panic.
“Ah, hot!”
“Are you okay?”
“Ah! My lips.”
My lips feel like they’re burning!
She had sipped the still-hot tea too hastily. Clunk, placing the teacup back on the saucer, she pressed her hands to her lips.
“Ah… Ah…”
Pressing her lips to soothe the pain, the sting from her scalded upper lip didn’t fade easily.
“You should be more careful. Why did you do that?”
It was the professor who suddenly approached while she was waiting for her tea to cool.
Disliking herself for yet again acting foolishly, she felt frustrated.
“Try some cold water.”
Hyun-woo returned with a glass of cold water from the dispenser, offering it to her.
Sipping the cold water, Sori tried to ease the pain. Watching her, Hyun-woo couldn’t hold back his laughter any longer.
Pfft.
Then another chuckle.
Today, he chuckled twice because of her.
Contrary to Sori’s crestfallen expression, Hyun-woo’s face, with its corners turned up, was unusually cheerful.
“Professor, go to bed first. I’ll come later.”
Hyun-woo’s eyes, looking at Sori with a tilted head, slowly deepened in color, his upturned lips appearing mischievous.
“I don’t think I’ve comforted you as a husband yet, have I?”
Ah…? We were talking about that.
“It’s okay… I think I said something unnecessary.”
Her lip’s pain seemed to have subsided, probably due to her greater embarrassment. But it was too late to retract her bold words.
She just wanted to escape from his persistent gaze.
Sori stood up, taking the cups to the sink, unable to bear the burning sensation of his gaze on her back.
She turned briskly towards him, bowing politely.
“Good night.”
“…”
“Then, I’ll go ahead.”
With a forced, awkward laugh, she attempted to pass by him standing beside the table.
Oops.
“Why are you running away when you asked for comfort?”
Just as she was about to pass him, her shoulder was firmly grasped and turned back.
Hyun-woo, nearly 187 cm tall, dominated her field of vision.
Suddenly, warmth enveloped her body. Her breath caught in her throat.
His large hands on her head and back. Her small frame was completely wrapped in his embrace, blocked by his white shirt.
Frozen like someone electrocuted, she was held in his arms.
Is this a dream? She wanted to pinch her face, but she couldn’t move a muscle.
“Yoo Sori.”
“Yes?”
His chest, where her forehead barely touched, was incredibly firm. Just as her wild imagination was about to run rampant.
“You’ve worked hard.”
His deep voice settled over her head.
As if to say he knows she’s the hardest worker. Those four syllables were unexpectedly warm, dissipating days of fatigue like smoke.
“Just don’t think about anything tonight, and sleep.”
His light pat on her shoulder, though somewhat gruff, made her feel as if she really was his wife.
“Have sweet dreams.”
Sori felt incredibly fluttered.
“You too, Professor.”
Wanting to act a bit more spoiled, she snuggled a little deeper into his embrace.
And that night,
Why She Is Still Unmoved (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: He uses various methods to seek her affection, but she remains unmoved.
Synopsis:
Si Qingyu is a doctor who has saved countless lives and enjoys tranquility.
Luo Shaoxuan is ruthless, deeply scheming, and the top young master in the capital. He admires Si Qingyu.
Luo Shaoxuan: I want to be the only one in your eyes and heart.
Features a cold and calm female lead vs A noble and scheming male lead.
There will be both sweetness and torture towards the male after their marriage.
