As Seon-woo’s warm breath tickled Green’s nape, she froze.
“Um, Jin Seon-woo?” Green tried to call his name in a feeble voice, her eyes rolling helplessly, but he didn’t stir.
Left with no choice, she sat motionless, fingers unable to move, worried that stirring might awaken Seon-woo, who had finally dozed off despite the jet lag.
Enduring a sore back and stiff shoulders, Green held on for over an hour before she couldn’t take it anymore and gently extracted her shoulder from under Seon-woo’s head.
As the support vanished, Seon-woo’s body flopped onto the bed in a ‘ㄱ’ shape. He seemed deeply asleep, not waking even as he fell.
After stretching her cramped muscles, Green went to the foot of the bed and pulled Seon-woo’s legs, straightening his body. Only then could she take a moment to observe his face in detail.
His lips were red and full, his nose high, the jawline sharp, eyebrows thick, and eyelashes as lush as the fake ones Green had worn. “How can a man have such long lashes?” she wondered, gently touching them with her fingertip, the sensation tickling her.
Suddenly, Seon-woo’s lips caught her eye, sparking curiosity about their feel. Caught smiling mischievously to herself, Green suddenly snapped out of it, slapping her forehead. “What am I thinking, staring at a man who’s barely awake?”
Feeling she might keep having wild thoughts if she stayed, Green hurriedly left the bed. Sleep had already fled, and dawn was breaking outside. “Maybe I should start preparing breakfast?”
Although Mrs. An Seong had prepared plenty of side dishes, Green wanted to make something special for Seon-woo, their first home-cooked meal together after marriage.
Considering her modest cooking skills, the earlier she started, the better.
Waking up refreshed after a long sleep, Seon-woo felt both unfamiliar and familiar with the bedroom. Blinking several times, he realized he wasn’t in Marseille but in his Seoul apartment.
“I was looking at photos with Green…” he remembered, spotting the tablet PC on the nightstand. The mats and blankets Green had laid out were gone.
Unsure when he had fallen asleep or whether Green had slept on the bed or the floor, he felt a pang of guilt. “Did I really make her sleep on the floor on our first night together after a year?”
Just then, a clatter came from the kitchen. Seon-woo hurried out to see what had happened. “What’s going on? Are you hurt?”
In the flooded kitchen, Green was squatting, scooping up something black. Her face, full of embarrassment, was that of someone caught in an unwanted situation.
“No, I’m not hurt. I was rinsing soaked seaweed, but it slipped from my hands…”
“Why are you dealing with seaweed when Mrs. An Seong made side dishes?”
As Seon-woo squatted beside her to gather the scattered seaweed, Green jumped up, urging him to stop.
“Just leave it. I’ll clean it up quickly. You should wash up first.”
Despite Green’s protests, Seon-woo scooped up the seaweed into a bowl and wiped the soaked floor with a mop, while Green fidgeted beside him.
“What were you going to do with the seaweed?”
“Well, I remembered you said you liked seaweed soup,” Green replied.
Seon-woo recalled their conversation during their first meeting.
“What do rich people usually eat?”
“We often have grilled fish and soybean paste stew. I like seaweed soup and stir-fried glass noodles.”
“Really? That’s unexpectedly ordinary.”
Remembering his casual remark from a year ago, Seon-woo was slightly touched by Green’s effort to make his favorite seaweed soup.
“Next time, make the seaweed soup with lots of dried pollack.”
“A lot of dried pollack. Got it.”
Seeing Green smile, Seon-woo asked what he was most curious about.
“Where did you sleep, Green?”
“Me? Of course, after you fell asleep, I came down to the floor.”
“Ah, I see.”
Seon-woo sighed, feeling incompetent for making his wife sleep on the floor, but to Green, it seemed like a sigh of relief.
‘Why the relief? Worried I would have pounced on him if I slept on the bed?’
Muttering to herself, Green finally breathed normally once Seon-woo left to wash up, relieved after secretly enjoying the feel of his lush eyelashes.
‘So this is what they say about living with guilt.’
A self-deprecating smile crossed Green’s lips.
She then focused on setting the breakfast table meticulously. Though it was mostly transferring food from large containers to small plates, she did her best.
When Seon-woo returned, a decent breakfast was ready. Green served him a bowl full of freshly cooked rice.
“Hungry? Eat a lot.”
There were various side dishes, grilled fish, soybean paste stew, and stir-fried glass noodles – all Seon-woo’s favorites. Among them, an unfamiliar dish caught his eye.
Noticing his gaze, Green hesitantly confessed, “I made the seaweed salad. So it might not taste good.”
Seon-woo’s eyebrow twitched. “You didn’t use the seaweed from the kitchen floor, did you?”
“No, of course not!”
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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