“…Do you find it so unbearable to be close to me even for a moment?”
Unnoticed, a hint of despair appeared on his face, which had lost its laughter.
Inwardly surprised by the impulse to sweep away that despair with her hand, Latifa breathed again.
“It’s not that, I…! It’s just that I’m not used to being like this with someone of the opposite sex, you know? At least not with you!”
Hades was the Grand Bazaar’s general.
‘Even Amira and many other women would have wanted Hades the general. There’s no way he hasn’t been with a woman until now.’
“Am I used to something like this?”
Hades made a momentarily shocked expression.
“Not you, but it seems familiar to me, at least. It’s the first time for me to be with someone with only a towel on like this.”
The heat in the hammam rose a bit more, and the thick vanilla scent began to vibrate.
‘It smells like muffins with cream on top.’
As if the scent was exactly the same as the muffins with cream that Latifa used to enjoy in the Empire, her mouth gradually filled with saliva.
“If I say it’s the first time for me to be like this with someone with only a towel, will you believe me?”
“…!”
At his unexpected question, Latifa’s words were stuck, and once again, a drop of steam hanging from the ceiling made a sound as it fell on the tile floor.
Hades suddenly reached out, gently clasping Latifa’s hand.
Her hand, touched by an unexpectedly gentle touch, as soft as a muffin generously topped with cream, Latifa couldn’t bring herself to pull away.
“Have I become so unbearable to you that you can’t stand it even for a moment?”
In his expression, which had now lost its laughter, there was a hint of despair.
Feeling an urge to wipe away that despair with her hand, Latifa inhaled quietly once again.
“It’s not that. I…! You are not, but I…! You know, I just can’t be so familiar with the opposite sex, at least not with you!”
Hades, with a sudden gesture, reached over and lightly pressed his lips against the back of her hand.
Touch.
He kissed her hand gently as he pulled her closer.
The kiss she felt from his lips until now was the softest and slowest.
“Curious about what Kalende can do for a tired Ignis, aren’t you?”
Softly, his lips ascended on the back of her hand again several times.
It wasn’t a kiss between lips, but as those tingling sensations accumulated, her mind became more and more dizzy.
“…Ignis.”
The Sun God of Grand Bazaar. The only man for Kalende.
Looking at the handsome Hades, who looked like he jumped out of a myth, Latifa swallowed dry saliva continuously.
“I am Ignis, the Sun God of Grand Bazaar. There is no place in Grand Bazaar where my grace is not bestowed.”
Hades, who had been repeatedly kissing the white back of her hand, raised his head gracefully.
When his black and blue eyes met, he charmingly smiled and replied.
Latifa quietly asked him.
“Ignis. What do you want?”
“As Ignis, I don’t know. That is something only the Moon Goddess Kalende in front of me knows.”
“Ah.”
You are Ignis.
I am Kalende.
It was the beginning of a childish role-playing where they each pretended to be gods.
As if those names were something to be ashamed of, Latifa felt something solid in her heart crumbling down.
Soon, his hand lightly pulled Latifa, and she slid onto his knees without any resistance.
A towel draped over her body and the familiar trembling of his muscles beyond his towel made Latifa gently close her eyes.
Then, she softly stroked his black hair, gradually getting wet with moisture and sweat.
Like comforting a small and cute puppy.
In response to Latifa’s touch, he seemed to enjoy it, shaking his spine while urging her touch by bending his body.
Perhaps because there was no one to watch, she became a bit more daring.
Or maybe he thought of her as Kalende, not Latifa, and that made him daring.
For whatever reason, this time, Latifa didn’t resist the approaching black beast and let him do as he pleased.
“Ugh…”
Latifa closed her eyes tightly, embracing the fiercely approaching beast gently and running her fingers along his well-balanced spine.
Although it looked smooth, the tiny scars felt through her fingertips made her realize that he was armed.
“You could say that I am still wearing white clothes even now.”
His somewhat playful voice reached Latifa’s ears, and she opened her eyes slightly.
With a sidelong glance, she noticed the white towel fitting snugly around her body, and the large bow tying it to her chest caught her eye.
“…Kalende.”
Looking up at Latifa, he gently caressed her face again, seemingly enjoying his face.
She asked Ignis.
“Please answer. Were Kalende and Ignis in love with each other?”
“….”
We are pretending to be Kalende and Ignis for each other, he seemed to confirm with the start of this play, and he hesitated for a moment in response to her question.
“Isn’t Ignis chasing Kalende just because Ignis loves Kalende? Does Kalende… like Ignis too?”
Latifa wrapped her hand around his heated cheek, waited patiently for the answer, and felt his hot breath against her face.
Feeling greatly relieved in this relationship with a thick layer of contract, hidden so that the connection did not show.
Finally, the eyes of black flames that seemed to swallow everything stared at her, and he said.
“Yes. I love her like crazy. We love each other.”
“We love each other…”
Gradually, without anyone saying who would go first, the hot breaths of each other began to intersect, and the knots of complicated feelings began to unravel.
“Crazy for you, Kalende.”
The thrilling touch of the hot breath touching the nape of the neck.
“Crazy for you.”
The voice full of pathos is still captivating.
Ignis and Kalende.
The time they spend together in Grand Bazaar, loving each other madly, is only the beginning of the dark night mixed with the purple twilight.
“Me too.”
“Mm.”
In response to Latifa’s almost fading answer, he let out a joyful sigh.
Ignis and Kalende, who love each other endlessly.
The love story they share became Latifa’s last memory of her coming-of-age ceremony.
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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