Certainly, here’s the translation of the given passage:
The indifferent red eyes that looked at me embraced the moonlight and shone in a mysterious color.
Under thick eyebrows, deep eye sockets, and long eyelashes that cast a shadow on the pupils made them appear even more mysterious.
There was a determined feeling from Nathaniel’s attire.
Between the deep V of his robe, a firm chest was visible.
I couldn’t help but admire the welldefined muscles and flawless skin, just like something I’d seen on TV or in magazines.
‘His body’s no joke, even though he doesn’t seem to work out.’
I felt like I understood why the maids emphasized something that was almost visible, yet not.
I wanted to applaud their choice anew.
“What are you looking at like that?”
The one who broke the silence was Nathaniel’s voice.
Snapping to my senses, I abruptly stood up.
‘I am a traitor. I am a traitor. I will become a despicable, pitiful betrayer who sold out my country.’
I put on the strongest fake smile I could muster and fawned over him.
“You must be tired from preparing for the wedding all day, right? Why don’t you sit down and rest for a bit?”
His brow furrowed.
Is this not it?
I realized I didn’t know at all what kind of traitor style Nathaniel liked.
“Do you like sangria? It was hot today, and you must be tired. Would you like a drink?”
I poured the drink that the maids had set up into the prepared glass and set it in front of Nathaniel.
Nathaniel just looked at the sangria.
I took my glass, sipped it slightly, and set it down in front of him.
And then gulped down his.
‘I can’t be sober.’
My cultivation was still weak, so I had no confidence to flirt with him sober.
I wish I had lost my mind instead.
“Why are you acting like this?”
“Eh? What are you talking about?”
“You, what’s with the weird spellbound act?”
“……”
So that’s what he didn’t like. It seemed he didn’t like my behavior.
“What did I do? I just did as I always do.”
“What do you mean as always? Your voice sounded just like the Empress begging her father for a jewel she wants.”
“Ugh! Why compare like that?”
When I grimaced and complained, Nathaniel’s expression finally relaxed.
“That’s better. Now you’re like the princess I know.”
“Princess? I am the crown princess now.”
I laid my face on the table and moaned. Nathaniel was quiet for a moment.
He must be embarrassed.
I stood up, embarrassed too, and finished the remaining sangria.
Nathaniel suddenly thought of something and quietly asked me.
“So, I can call you ‘our princess,’ then?”
“Pffft!”
I spat out all the drink that was in my mouth.
It splashed a bit on Nathaniel’s face, and his face wrinkled more than ever.
“Ugh! Sorry. Wait, just a moment.”
I wiped his face, neck, and chest with a napkin.
I even dabbed to avoid staining the white robe.
“Hey.”
“Oh, this will leave a stain. What do we do? What a waste… It’s pretty.”
While I focused on dabbing his chest, Nathaniel pushed away my hand hanging around his neck.
“Just, back off.”
“Wait a moment. I think it’ll almost come off if I just wipe it a bit more.”
“Back off!”
I was stunned by his unexpected shout.
Was it the alcohol, or had the fear evaporated? I yelled back at him without realizing.
“Why are you yelling at me!”
Oh, our faces are too close?
Only then did I realize my position.
I was almost sitting on Nathaniel’s thighs, sticking close to his almost visible upper body.
“I’m… sorry.”
Flushing to his ears, he covered his eyes with his hand and sighed deeply.
“Change your clothes.”
“Clothes?”
When I looked down, I saw that the sheer layer that was the charm of my dress had become soaked to the point of transparency, revealing my skin underneath.
I covered myself with my hands without even screaming.
“Wait just a moment!”
I rushed into the bathroom, took off my dress, and wiped off the sticky wetness with a wet towel.
“I can’t use this anymore.”
The translucent dress was stained and had lost its function.
I threw the dress into the trash and put on a bathrobe.
“Your Highness Nathaniel.”
I peeked out from the bathroom door and looked outside.
Nathaniel, who had been sitting at the table, was nowhere to be found.
“Is he gone?”
Certainly, here’s the translation of the provided passage:
Carefully closing the door, I examined the bed, and there he was, lying neatly on it.
I sat down in a chair, feeling relieved.
‘Where should I sleep?’
I thought the idea of sleeping on the floor would make me uncomfortable, and sleeping on the sofa felt like admitting defeat.
“Sigh… Well, now that we’re married, sharing a bed is inevitable.”
I steeled myself and headed toward the bed.
Our little dragon, Yoyo Hwa, seemed to be claiming the bed, lying right in the middle of it.
I tried to push him to the corner to put as much distance between us as possible.
“He doesn’t budge at all.”
How can a person be so heavy?
Could it be because his body is all muscle and, therefore, much heavier than it looks?
Struggling to push him, I finally gave up, exhausted.
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
*
Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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