“I won’t leave. I won’t go anywhere now.”
Taesang’s broad back trembled, and Dajeong swept her hand down his spine with a gentle touch. Unbeknownst to her, thick tears rolled down her cheeks.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t trust your feelings, Taesang… I behaved poorly.”
As her voice reached its end, it trembled thinner and thinner.
Taesang raised his head to look at Dajeong diagonally. His sharply raised pupils moved along with transparent liquid.
Dangling as if about to fall. Tears that flowed down her pale cheeks gathered at the tip of her chin.
As he pursed his lips, round droplets disappeared without a trace. Taesang carefully kissed from his jaw to his cheek, then from his cheek to the corner of his eye.
It was just a handful of emotions pushed out of his body. His movements, indicating unbearable preciousness, once again reddened Dajeong’s eyes.
In an instant, the realization that Taesang had returned hit her. For this man, who found it easier to give a thousand kisses than to say “don’t cry.”
“You’ve done nothing wrong.”
“…”
“I was scared, afraid of losing you… My fault for not being able to say anything. I’m sorry.”
She didn’t want to hear those words. Dajeong clung to Taesang, wrapping her arms around him.
“Whatever you said or didn’t say, I don’t care now. Taesang, I’ll just believe in you. From now on, that’s what I’ll do.”
Moist eyes filled with tears gazed at Taesang.
Taesang, as if whimpering, kissed her as if he were rushing forward.
The pink flesh was pressed down hotly. With his palm cupping the round back of her head, Taesang deeply explored Dajeong.
As her chin was pressed, her head tilted back. Taesang exerted pressure with his fingers, gripping her hair. The sound of her hair rustling between his fingers echoed.
He breathed even deeper, intertwining their breaths to the point of gasping.
“Ha…”
As Dajeong barely parted her lips, sweet breath flowed out. Taesang looked at her intently, swallowing even that breath.
A warm energy deeply undulated within his eyes.
“At first, I came to find you, but… this time, you came.”
Although his voice was soft, it somehow felt like a low growl. Goosebumps rose from the end of her spine.
“Now, I’ll never let go.”
“…”
“Whatever happens.”
Without releasing their entangled gaze, Taesang slowly reached out. Under his palm, one of the number buttons was forcefully pressed.
The elevator quickly ascended to the top floor of the hotel.
Suddenly, as the ground moved, a chilly sensation enveloped her back. Startled, her shoulders trembled, but Taesang held her waist even tighter.
He gently kissed her again. The slow breaths intertwined for a long time until, very slightly, their lips parted.
“I love you.”
In that short sentence, it felt as if the inside of her chest was melting. Dajeong lifted her trembling eyelashes with great effort.
“I love you too.”
“Han Dajeong…”
The saffron eyes began to boil intensely. Taesang, with a force to swallow even words, pressed his lips.
The rising heat began to spread rapidly throughout the body. Supporting herself with trembling legs, Dajeong suddenly felt him lift her under the thighs.
“Ugh!”
Her legs lightly floated into the air. At that moment, with a clear alert sound, the elevator stopped.
Taesang, supporting her back with his remaining hand, slowly turned around. As he naturally turned his head toward the door, he passionately pressed his lips again.
A faint floral scent brushing her nose, gentle classical music. Blocked in her view, Dajeong felt the space she was in with her body.
Taesang, with pink lips, took steps, step by step, deeply entwining breaths.
A slow step, a deep breath entwined,
Again, a heavy step, accompanied by a deep breath.
Dajeong clung to him without knowing where he was heading. A few times, yellow light passed over her closed eyelids.
After a while, Taesang, who had stopped somewhere in the corridor, slowly let go of the hand that had supported her back. Embracing her broad shoulders, Dajeong buried her face in his neck.
Whoosh.
As the door opened, the sound filled the air, and the surroundings suddenly darkened. Dajeong lifted her head quickly, scanning the area.
Taesang’s belongings were noticeable in various places in the spacious room.
“How long have you been staying here…?”
Dajeong asked as she raised her head.
“Not long.”
Feeling a burning thirst, Taesang looked at Dajeong.
The few minutes now felt longer than the days without Dajeong.
Suppressing his impatient feelings, he headed for the bedroom. Taking slow steps, gripping Dajeong, who was in his arms, more tightly.
Stay calm. Taesang stopped and gently raised Dajeong to comfort her. When her body trembled, one of Dajeong’s shoes slipped off.
In the darkness, his gaze moved quickly.
Beneath the dress that wrapped around her slender ankles, one foot was gently revealed. It looked like a small crescent moon floating in the sky.
The back of his neck felt like it was burning intensely. Taesang swallowed dry saliva once and quickly walked.
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
