“Do you want to stay overnight?”
It was an expected refusal, but it was Sajun who answered, “Sure, I’ll stay.”
For this reason, Taehui struggled to put on her clothes in the narrow bathroom.
Instead of the long T-shirt and leggings she usually wore, she put on a new short-sleeved T-shirt and shorts.
Sajun, who was sitting under the bed, was playing with his phone.
As the door opened, he looked up with narrow eyes, then got up and approached.
“I told you to dry your hair.”
Sajun, who casually spat out those words, sat Taehui at the dressing table.
He plugged the dryer into the outlet and turned it on.
Whee-ing, the tacky sound of the dryer echoed in the ears.
Despite the expression of annoyance, Sajun’s touch drying Taehui’s hair was affectionate and meticulous.
With her head in his hands, Taehui felt strangely pleased.
Sajun, who dries her hair, of all people.
In addition to the cool and gentle touch that even massages the scalp, her eyelids sank comfortably.
Right, I worked out hard today.
“Now that it’s all dry, you tie your hair.”
“Oh, yeah.”
I usually untie my hair when I sleep.
Swallowing the words that reached the base of her throat, Taehui playfully wound her hair above her forehead.
Only then did Sajun go to the single bed, sat down, and, raising his hands, took off the sweater he was wearing.
Looking blankly at the sweater falling to the floor, Taehui asked.
“Why are you taking off your clothes?”
“Men don’t wear anything when they sleep. Didn’t you know?”
I roughly know. Unlike women, men often sleep in their original form.
But that’s when it’s your own home.
“Kang Sajun, this is not your home, it’s my home, you know?”
“So I’m going to wear one thing.”
It was an absurd answer, but Taehui couldn’t argue.
Guessing whether that one thing is underwear or pants.
While she couldn’t ask, she just swallowed dry saliva, and Sajun, smiling loosely, muttered in a low voice.
“See everything again since you’ve seen it all.”
At that one word that seemed to look into her mind, Taehui’s face turned pale.
Of course, there was nothing new to see.
She had seen everything with Sajun, and they had gone to the end with embarrassing acts and reached the end.
But at that time, it started with a kiss, and in her mind, patience, restraint, and embarrassment disappeared, and it was a situation of inevitable inevitability done purely by instinct.
But now the situation was different.
It wasn’t deliberate, and it wasn’t grown with that intention. Her mind was filled entirely with reason.
The one-room was narrow, the bed was narrow, and Sajun, with his upper body undressed, was so sexy that her head was spinning.
It doesn’t feel like my home. Instead of being comfortable, it was awkward, unfamiliar, and embarrassing.
Not being able to approach, not being able to step back.
Standing awkwardly, she thought in vain that she had told him to sleep and go.
But Sajun, with his voice lowered, said.
As if inviting Taehui to my bed just in time.
“Come here.”
As she hesitantly approached, Sajun reached out and pulled Taehui’s waist, embracing her as she lay on the bed in an instant.
“Hug me, it’s more comfortable for me.”
Lips touching the nape of her neck were warm.
As if he had told her to tie her hair for this moment.
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
