Despite my request, Ricardo moved even closer, pressing me against the bookshelf as if to suffocate me.
“I don’t want to do that either.”
A sigh escaped me involuntarily.
“I’m not asking you to marry me or to give me a portion of the ducal estate, so why are you reluctant?”
“Yeah, I don’t want to.”
He handed me the book with a polite gesture but firmly stated his refusal. The mix of a gentleman’s demeanor and childlike stubbornness brought a smirk to my lips.
“People really don’t change.”
Mentioning the past seemed to stiffen his chest momentarily, but he showed no intention of stepping back from behind me. In a way, I preferred this to looking into his eyes.
“What have you been doing all this time?”
“Are you asking about what I did after meeting the Crown Princess that day?”
“…”
“I’ve been waiting to die, what else could I do here?”
I felt his soft laughter at my back. Surely, he must be aware of my actual activities, given the reports he’d receive.
“Your food intake has decreased. Don’t you like the food?”
“If you reduce your labor, it’s natural to eat less.”
That wasn’t entirely true. I never left anything on my plate during dinners at Bluehill. It was just that everything in this luxurious mansion seemed mismatched for me, even the cutlery.
“Why are you still standing behind me?”
“I don’t see the face of someone who wants to run away this way.”
I closed my mouth, unable to argue. The truth was, I did want to flee from him.
Why didn’t Ricardo want to see that face of mine? I both wanted and dreaded to ask.
“When did you come here?”
“Since last night…”
Surprised, I tried to look at him, but only his thick forearm was visible.
“Why?”
“I couldn’t sleep.”
Despite there being no reason for it, his words sounded like whining to me, almost like a nameless child from the eastern wing of the palace in our childhood days.
“Have you eaten?”
“No.”
I moved slowly to turn around and look at him. As I shifted, Ricardo slightly widened the gap to allow me to turn comfortably.
I avoided meeting his eyes and instead focused on his cheek and forehead. Did his jawline appear sharper than a few days ago because he was acting petulant now?
“Should I stay with you?”
“Why?”
“You said you feel hungry when you see me.”
Ricardo chuckled softly and leaned his forehead on my shoulder. His natural gesture made me hold my breath.
Contrary to my halted breath, my heart raced uncontrollably. I could only hope that the sound of my frantic heartbeat wasn’t felt through his forehead on my shoulder.
“Sleep.”
“What?”
“Right now, sleep is more urgent.”
“Ah…”
“I’ve been resting for a week, and you have an astonishing talent for disturbing my peace.”
He gestured towards the spot where he had been lying. The second floor was slightly darker than the first, and I hadn’t noticed the long sofa set against a bookshelf in the corner.
I felt a sudden urgency.
I quickly grabbed his wrist. Instinctively, I wanted to take this large man, faintly smiling as if he might collapse any moment, to the sofa to let him rest.
But perhaps I moved too hastily? As I stepped forward, holding his arm, I stumbled.
“Ah!”
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
