The silence flowed on the table at Idrish’s serious words.
Everyone, including myself, remained awkward with the smiles that had filled our faces not yet wiped away.
Why, why is that?
Why is he so serious about the childish words of a toddler? It’s a joke, right? Tell me it’s a joke quickly.
“Idrish, no! She’s mine!”
Rodrigo sprang up. Tears welled in his eyes.
Idrish put his fork down on the table with a clack. And he clearly pronounced to Rodrigo, one word at a time.
“No, she’s mine. She has been mine and will continue to be mine.”
Ah, please. Two strange tiger brothers are fighting over me.
But the embarrassment is mine. Why?
In the end, it was Zeros and I who had to soothe the crying Rodrigo. While Idrish finished his meal and even drank tea leisurely.
Look at that, anyway, at times like this, it seems that Rodrigo and Idrish are similar in mental age.
Rodrigo fell asleep on Zeros’ back after crying.
“Cecilia… must protect…”
He even talks in his sleep. Rodrigo, even in your dreams, take good care of me.
By the way, Bigus and Zeros decided to take Rodrigo to rest, and Mirai also went home.
(This is a time separator.)
Idrish and I came out after buying dyeing fruits we had not yet purchased.
“Oh, fascinating.”
I twirled one fruit between my fingers. The red fruit looked like a miniature pumpkin.
“What color will the hair become? I’m curious. Have you ever tried it before, Idrish?”
“No.”
“You’d suit blonde hair, black hair, or brown hair… Actually, since you’re handsome, any hair color would suit you.”
I looked at Idrish and unknowingly chuckled.
“Why are you suddenly laughing?”
“I wish I could see Idrish with pink hair. A big bearlike man with light pink hair.”
“Are you making fun of me?”
“Why would I? I mean, it would be cute, right?”
Even as I said so, I laughed out loud, holding my stomach.
Pinkhaired Idrish. I hope I can see it someday.
We laughed and chatted for a long time before we came to our senses.
“But where are we going now? It’s not in the direction of our lodging?”
“We need to buy clothes.”
I put down the fruit I had been fiddling with and stopped in my tracks.
“You mean… my clothes?”
“Yes.”
I jumped up in joy.
“Wow! You’re buying me clothes? I really didn’t say it first, but I was wondering what to do if you didn’t buy them. Already the elbows are worn out, see?”
“If I hadn’t mentioned it first, would you have planned to travel in that wornout onepiece? Is that why the elbow part is worn out?”
(Note: Some of the names were not used in the provided text, so the translation sticks to the original text as given.)
“Um……. Maybe? How could I easily ask for clothes when I’m living off someone else’s charity. Besides, Mirai told me that special clothes made by incorporating a part of the body are more expensive.”
I gestured for Idrysh to come closer. Idrysh bent down and brought his face near. I whispered softly into his ear.
“You wear different clothes every day, Idrysh. Do you have a lot of money? Do you have treasures from the royal family?”
Idrysh chuckled emptily.
“Why? If I say I have a lot, are you going to forcibly take it?”
“If you say it’s to the extent of being a burden on your livelihood, I should only buy a couple of outfits…… If you’re rich, I need to buy more, obviously. I have some shame, too.”
“Is ‘shame’ a word to use at a time like this?”
“That’s right.”
I nodded emphatically. Seeing Idrysh smile leisurely, it seemed he must have a lot of the royal treasure. Yes!
(This is a time separator.)
Soon, we arrived at the dressing room.
The notsolarge dressing room had both the roof and walls made of wood. On the floor, there was an oldfashioned purple carpet, and the shelves were tightly filled with clothes.
“Please come in. Today, I will serve the lady.”
Ah, the tailor who came to the mansion last time. The man with a thick beard. This time, he had neatly braided it.
Braiding the beard, what an innovative style. I’ll have to suggest trying a reggae style later on.
“I hope you like it. This way, please.”
The tailor pulled back a red damask curtain.
Seeing what was behind it, my mouth dropped open in astonishment. I thought there would be at most two or three outfits, but there were more than ten. And unlike the last time, the clothes were brightly colored, with fluttering ribbons and lace, and were dazzlingly gorgeous.
“They’re so beautiful!”
Yes, this is it. What I wanted!
“Would you like to try them on?”
“Yes, right now.”
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
