“Ojong-hyuk captured, parting with Kim Yujun on Saturday night?”
Lajin liked Jiho’s suggestion to meet that day. As the anticipation that everything would turn out well welled up, she turned her body entirely to gaze at Jiho. Unaware that Hojin was staring at her intently, Lajin was ecstatic.
“Where?”
“To a place comfortable for you, Lajin.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“If you’re unsure, you can leave it to me.”
His eyes, smiling slyly, were so charming. To a person so gentle, who had separated from women who had strayed from him, she couldn’t help but feel grateful.
“What time should you leave?”
Lajin asked, knowing she couldn’t keep a busy person for long.
“I’ll leave in ten minutes.”
“Oh, okay. Ten minutes.”
It felt like a scene cut off abruptly, even though there was still a lot to show and say. Regrettable yet tender, captivated by a strange feeling of being insufficient but not wanting to interfere. Unknowingly, Lajin leaned her shoulder against Jiho’s. Then she glanced at him surreptitiously.
“Ha! I’m really like this.”
Hojin, who had been quiet all along, suddenly stood up.
“Always complaining about overtime. Take it easy like this.”
“Unni, let’s clean up together. Should I organize this?”
“Uh, no. Lajin! Sit down.”
When Lajin, who stood up together, tried to grab a plastic bag, Hojin quickly turned away.
“We need to go to the dry cleaner and throw away food waste. Just loitering here instead of doing that. I’m such a mess.”
Hojin’s self-reproach poured out like a rap. Jiho, who moved so busily, saw how unsophisticatedly she moved and helped her put on her jacket.
“I’ll throw it away. Where should I go?”
“No! I’ll throw away the trash. Stay here until I come back from the laundry on the first floor.”
“Let’s go together.”
“No means no! It will take about 10 minutes. Have some ice cream as a dessert.”
Hojin pressed Jiho’s shoulder and kept turning her head to look at him. Then, she quickly left.
A sudden silence fell in the unfamiliar house, especially when the owner was away. Lajin felt the time sitting next to Prosecutor Kang Jiho was awkward, so she fidgeted with her fingers.
“What do you want to eat?”
Breaking the silence, he asked first.
“Oh, anything.”
Following Jiho to the built-in refrigerator, Lajin’s gaze moved with him.
The back of the tall man, moving his head as if contemplating, then he showed two drinks.
“Grape? Peach? Which one?”
“Grape.”
Her gaze, along with Jiho’s movement, followed his hand, which offered the drink with a straw attached to a cup with a character drawn on it.
“Here…!”
Lajin forcefully sucked the straw of the drink in his hand. She couldn’t take her eyes off him, who was about to leave soon.
“It’s sweet.”
At the moment when her vision shook brightly from the cold drink, his hand brushed past her forehead.
“Jiho, try it too.”
As if conceding, when he gestured with his eyes for a drink, he opened the foil attached to the lid. Then, he coolly took a sip, causing the straw to shake dramatically.
“Is it delicious?”
“No.”
Even though it’s an artificial flavor, it’s refreshingly real. Is it just not to her taste? Lajin asked him when he returned to his seat.
“It seems like Jiho’s not into it. What flavor do you like?”
“I do have definite preferences.”
“What are they?”
For a moment, his lips smoothly rose.
Then, the gaze of the man deepened, from Lajin’s forehead to her eyes, like a mirror, gazing for a while, then to her cheek. The man, with a faint smile, closed the distance.
“Lajin.”
His eyes, heading toward her lips, subtly stamped an approval, as if seeking permission.
“Will you accept it?”
Once firmly advising to avoid, and now urging her to accept. Where is this man so cold? Such an affectionate person.
“Like this?”
Lajin leaned in and kissed his cheek. His eyes, which had widened in amusement, moved to her lips this time, gently, gently. When it was about to playfully move away, his large hand wrapped around her nape.
“A bit more.”
His tender voice melted into Lajin’s mouth along with her shallow breath.
It was different from the first kiss, which didn’t know when to breathe.
His body temperature embracing her neck, lips tasting like grapes. His breath, infused with a light mint scent, drew nearer, closer. When her hand rose to the man’s shoulder as if to cover the head about to fall, his nose gently pressed her cheek. Then, the poking sensation felt good, and Lajin’s mouth corners lifted involuntarily.
“Lajin.”
In a whisper-like call from Jiho, Lajin responded with a light laugh.
“Ha, Lajin.”
His thumb gently stroked the place where it was moist and lips had separated. Then, he hugged her with his arms wide open. Patting her back gently.
“We’ll safely meet on Saturday.”
Nodding, she buried her face in his chest.
“I want to stay longer, but I have to go now.”
The thumping sound of his heartbeat sounded pleasant. She wanted to stay for just ten more minutes.
But Lajin, kissing the tip of his chin, rose from her seat. It would be strange to suddenly separate when Hojin returned.
“Oh!”
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
