She couldn’t understand why she was considered a subject to protect, or what exactly she was being protected from.
“Does it sound strange? But it’s true. Since the moment I first saved you, I’ve always wanted you to be safe. Now that we’ve met again, I want to protect you.”
“Ah…”
For him, protecting her seemed to be an old habit and a kind of instinct.
It was understandable. Childhood memories are that powerful and deeply imprinted. However, at the same time, it was something she couldn’t carry forever.
Dajeong made an effort to speak with a cheerful voice.
“I understand what you mean.”
“But?”
“I’m really okay.”
Dajeong smiled brightly and spoke. Then, she pushed all the food piled in front of her towards Subin.
“So, you can let go of the burden of protecting me in the future. I do things like this for myself.”
“….Yeah.”
Subin nodded with a lonely smile.
“Then, I’ll go first. It’s time for the education to start now.”
Dajeong lightly passed by his side, creating a gentle breeze. Although his dark face worried her, she pretended not to notice.
She couldn’t continue being the Dajeong from his memories forever.
After finishing dinner, Dajeong and Taesang were clearing the table together.
Throughout the meal and even now during the cleanup, Dajeong’s mind was filled with one thought.
Should she talk about her connection with Subin?
Taesang never brought up the topic of Subin. Even when I asked about family, Myeongok mentioned ‘that woman’, and Subin was mentioned as ‘that woman’s son’, coldly.
She had been searching for a natural opportunity to bring it up for a while. The short mealtime quickly passed.
“I’ll have to go to your house next week to say hello.”
“What? To my house…?”
“Grandfather keeps insisting.”
“Sure!”
Dajeong answered quickly with a big smile. Judging by her immediate response, she secretly wanted to meet Chairman Cha again.
Moreover, this way, it wouldn’t be awkward to talk about Subin’s story.
“Why are you so happy about this?”
“Huh? Oh, it’s just… nice. Paying a visit.”
Dajeong said while raising the sink curtain. The sauce that had stained the dish quickly washed away, restoring its original color.
“Just leave it.”
“I want to do it. Besides, there are only a few.”
Household chores would have been taken care of by the housekeeper. However, Dajeong preferred to do the dishes herself.
It was partly because she wanted to get rid of the smell of food and partly a sign of gratitude towards Taesang, who had cooked for her.
“Mr. Taesang, take a break. I’ll handle this.”
Saying so, Dajeong picked up the scrub brush. She dipped it in detergent, and bubbly foam rose.
Taesang pushed a cup into the sink and stood beside it, leaning against the counter. Perhaps because of his relaxed posture or casual attire, he looked quite fitting in the kitchen.
“Are you going to keep standing there?”
“No.”
Taesang slowly straightened his back, putting force into his waist. With a straight posture, he stood about an inch taller. He approached from behind as Dajeong was doing the dishes.
“Ah…”
Suddenly, Dajeong’s hand, which was scrubbing the plate, stopped. It was because of the solid sensation penetrating her waist.
Unconsciously, Dajeong swallowed her breath. When her gaze dropped slightly, she saw Taesang’s bicep controlling her waist. The thick bone joints were tightly wrapped with soft flesh.
“I told you to rest…”
“You’re resting.”
Taesang swept Dajeong’s hair to one side. Having created his own space above her nape, he slowly lowered his head. His face softly buried against the round curve.
Perfectly adhered backs, tightly fitted waists. Even the necks were in close contact without any gaps.
Taesang’s warmth and scent seemed to permeate the entire body. Dajeong breathed thinly, perfectly trapped within his embrace. Physical contact with Taesang always brought tension.
“It’s comfortable.”
Taesang lightly touched her cheek.
The texture was soft, and the sound of hair brushing against the earlobes lingered. Dajeong was startled and twitched her shoulders slightly.
Seemingly pleased with her reaction, Taesang smiled faintly. Although she couldn’t see him smile, his breath, light and carefree, conveyed it.
“I have to do the dishes…”
Dajeong said, enduring the ticklish feeling in his breath.
“Do it. I won’t disturb you.”
Taesang said, leaning his chin on her shoulder. His back, waist, and shoulders didn’t feel heavy as if he was effortlessly supporting his own weight.
Dajeong glanced at Taesang out of the corner of her eye. She knew well that he would never leave her alone.
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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