Kang Sajun’s casual words and touch felt quite affectionate to Taehui.
Then, a thought crossed her mind.
Kang Sajun seemed different, changed somehow.
She couldn’t pinpoint exactly when or what changed, but it was evident.
Why? Why is this happening?
As these questions kept surfacing, Taehui, with heavy eyelids, looked up to find Sajun’s eyes on her. She noticed a faint worry in his usually indifferent eyes and closed hers again.
Look, something has definitely changed.
But Taehui didn’t entirely dislike this new side of Sajun.
She wished to feel more of his gaze and touch, to be worried about more.
She wished he would just stop everything so she wouldn’t waver, to leave her alone.
Her heart was tumultuously swinging back and forth.
Eventually, Taehui swatted away Sajun’s hand and sat up abruptly.
But dizziness swirled around her.
As she closed her eyes tightly, her forehead was pressed down again, and she felt a soft pillow behind her head.
“Just lie down when I tell you to.”
Sajun’s long fingertips were pressing on her forehead.
“Then you should take your hand away when I tell you to. It’s quite annoying, you know?”
Taehui snapped back, but Sajun narrowed his eyes at her.
“If you’re going to threaten me, at least make that corpse-like face look a bit better. It’s not a horror special, I’m getting goosebumps.”
Really now. Annoyed, Taehui sat up briskly again.
This time, her head wasn’t spinning. She glared at Sajun with squinty eyes, and he casually handed her a shopping bag.
“Picked it up on the way, so it’s yours.”
She opened the bag in surprise.
“Is this corn soup?”
She eagerly opened the container, releasing a sweet and savory aroma.
As she thanked Sajun with a look and sipped the warm soup, Taehui thought to herself about how easily moved she was by mere corn soup.
Halfway through the soup, her terrible menstrual cramps eased, and her cold belly seemed to warm up.
Finally, Taehui offered a spoonful of soup to Sajun.
“Try it, Kang Sajun. It’s really good.”
“Ugh, giving me a spoon you ate from?”
She was just being polite, but his fussy reaction irked her a bit.
“Wow, look at you. If my saliva is so disgusting, how could you kiss me that day?”
“A spoon and lips aren’t the same. A spoon is hard and feels unpleasant, but your lips are soft and squishy…”
Sajun stopped abruptly and muttered a curse under his breath.
Enthralled, Taehui looked at him.
His cheeks were flushed, like a ripe apple, as he covered his mouth with his hand.
What’s with him all of a sudden, making me feel awkward too?
Trying to break the tension, Taehui spoke up.
“Well, lips are supposed to be soft and squishy, not hard like metal, right?”
She thought she navigated the situation with wit.
Until their eyes met again.
“…….”
“…….”
After staring at each other for what seemed an eternity, they both abruptly turned their heads away as if on cue.
The atmosphere became even more awkward and uncomfortable.
Ignoring each other, Sajun kept stroking his face with his large hand, while Taehui continued to nervously chew on her lips.
It wasn’t this awkward when we first met 13 years ago. What to do with this atmosphere?
Thinking about it, it was true.
Our friendship wasn’t natural from the start; it began with conditions, almost like a lie.
Yet, in those 13 years together, we never had a moment of awkwardness or discomfort like this.
It’s all Kang Sajun’s fault. Why did he have to avoid eye contact and make things awkward?
Ah, I give up.
Resigning to the uncomfortable mood, Taehui picked up her spoon and started eating the soup again.
But the sweet taste she had felt before was gone.
She couldn’t tell if the soup was going through her nose or mouth.
Before she knew it, her mind was replaying last night’s events.
The burst of emotions, the melting sweetness of the macarons, Kang Sajun’s strange questions, and the kiss.
But she couldn’t recall the feel of Sajun’s lips.
It was too sudden, too surprising.
Maybe trying again would help her remember.
As she ate her soup, Taehui sneaked a glance at Sajun.
His finely shaped profile caught her gaze.
He really is a sight to behold.
Her eyes lingered on his lips – moderately plump, soft, with a nice color…
Suddenly aware of a gaze, Taehui choked on her soup.
“Cough, cough!”
Because Sajun was staring right at her.
She coughed until tears came. It was embarrassing.
Sajun patted her back, and only after drinking some water did her coughing subside. Then, Taehui patted the side of the bed.
“Thanks to the soup, I’m feeling better. Let’s have our strategy meeting.”
Sajun obediently climbed onto the bed and sat beside her.
Due to the single bed or perhaps Sajun’s large frame, their shoulders touched tightly.
Even though this isn’t the first time our shoulders have brushed, why does it feel so noticeable today?
Trying not to focus on it, Taehui asked, “Did you go to your arranged meeting?”
“Curious?”
He never gives a straightforward answer.
Taehui internally grumbled but decided to be honest this time.
Why She Is Still Unmoved (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: He uses various methods to seek her affection, but she remains unmoved.
Synopsis:
Si Qingyu is a doctor who has saved countless lives and enjoys tranquility.
Luo Shaoxuan is ruthless, deeply scheming, and the top young master in the capital. He admires Si Qingyu.
Luo Shaoxuan: I want to be the only one in your eyes and heart.
Features a cold and calm female lead vs A noble and scheming male lead.
There will be both sweetness and torture towards the male after their marriage.
