Showing the earrings and necklace she was wearing and the bracelet set, Hyeseok made a sullen expression.
“No, no! Tomorrow, I’ll tell them to increase it by two hundred more. But, I can’t do more than that. Even though I’m an assistant manager, I’m still a salaried worker.”
While enduring the desire to ask how much of our father’s money you know, Hyeseok thanked Suntae shyly again, smiling.
“But Hyeseok, what if I just sleep here tonight? How naggy she is these days, ugh!”
Because what he was saying was so absurd, I wanted to cover his mouth.
So, pretending not to know, Hyeseok struck Suntae’s lips and cheek with a very long green onion.
“Oh, I’m sorry! The green onion was too long…….”
Hmph. Suntae closed his mouth with a reddened face, and Hyeseok secretly swallowed her laughter and trimmed the green onion again.
Sajun came to pick her up.
As soon as Taehee got in the car, she suggested going home.
Without thinking, she looked out the window and impulsively found a cafe with no people and pointed her finger, which was a very impulsive action.
Still, Sajun followed Taehee’s words.
Because the cafe was on the road, they had to find a parking lot and walk about ten minutes.
The midsummer night had no wind, the air was sticky, and it was warm.
Even so, Taehee walked lightly with a cool heart.
It had been a long time since they walked side by side with their shoulders next to each other like this.
It felt ironic.
From being friends to being lovers, and today, they were nothing to each other. The hand that seemed to touch and speak was awkward and then okay, awkward again.
Arriving at the cafe, Taehee sat by the window, and Sajun went to place an order.
Watching his brisk back, Taehee calmly organized her thoughts.
Sajun really came to find her. He didn’t say he loved her, but he said he missed her.
Even without saying it, the gaze, expression, and voice that looked and felt like he whispered “I love you” were the same.
No, maybe she wanted to delude herself into thinking that way.
No matter how much she thought, she felt like she was too lenient to Sajun.
Thinking that she had decided to turn the words “I miss you” into “I love you.”
Having passed the first step, it was now time to move on to the second step.
Since she had made up her mind, she didn’t want to delay and had thoughts about speaking.
As soon as Sajun sat across from her, Taehee asked bluntly.
“What do you want to say?”
“Min Taehee, you really…”
Not even giving a chance to breathe. Sajun’s face, the tips of his ears, seemed a bit reddened, and his expression indicated that he added quietly, “You’re not giving me a chance to breathe.”
This shouldn’t be happening, but because his fair face and the blush of his ears were cute, once again, her heart softened.
If speaking with her own mouth was so difficult, she wanted to show some discretion and ask first.
That’s why. With a cool gaze and tone, she asked.
“Kang Sajun, do you love me?”
At the second question thrown directly, this time, his pupils slightly dilated, and his lips parted slightly.
“Why no answer? I asked if you love me.”
Asking once again calmly, Sajun, who deeply sighed, finally answered.
“Yeah, I love you.”
Facing Taehee, who showed no reaction, Sajun said more clearly once again.
“I love you, Min Taehee.”
Answering twice in a row, Sajun ran his hand through his hair in a slightly nervous manner.
Oh, I didn’t mean to say this first. He mumbled quietly.
At that moment, the drinks arrived. Taking a sip of cool lemonade and staining her mouth, Taehee, looking over her long eyelashes, stared at Sajun.
“Sajun, I’m pregnant.”
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
