For Sa-jun, the wedding day was free and lascivious from the moment he opened his eyes in the morning, and he felt exhausted.
The surging guests, pouring gazes, the bustling and noisy atmosphere of Busan, ear-piercing noises, and dust.
The moment of joy he briefly felt was when he saw Mintaehee sitting in the bride’s waiting room.
The tiara on her head was as dazzling as her radiant face, and the tightly woven lace enveloping her gentle silhouette sparkled like gold dust, as if some magic had been cast.
It was like the sirens enchanting the fishermen. The bride sitting in the white, watery-like waiting room today captivated the groom.
He wanted to tear apart the lace woven with golden threads in a single sweep, just like wanting to unravel the tightly tied lace and let her flowing, untied hair fall freely, throwing the tiara anywhere.
Thinking about it, it wasn’t just on the wedding day.
From the moment Mintaehee became pregnant, and even more when it became difficult for her to lie quietly in bed, and even more so when touching her became delicate, his mind was chaotic with heated thoughts.
So, Sa-jun patiently waited for this day, enduring and enduring. The day Mintaehee gave birth, the wedding, the honeymoon, the first night.
The eagerly awaited day finally arrived, and as soon as they arrived at the full villa, the reins were completely loosened.
The silhouette gazing at the sea beyond the terrace as if enchanted, the moment the tantalizing hair fluttered in the wind blowing through the open window, and the delicate nape of the neck was exposed defenselessly, the moment she half-turned and let out a laughter, saying the villa and the sea are so beautiful.
No, no. From the moment they entered their private space, it seemed like his eyes were already turned upside down.
Grabbing her slender wrist, he turned her around, swallowed her lips, and promptly carried her to the bed.
Although his mind knew he had to be considerate, his body couldn’t acknowledge it.
It felt like his head would spin if he didn’t delve into it right away.
Pressing the wriggling wrist, he buried her body.
It wasn’t until after endlessly surging and completely dominating that his breath eased a bit.
After the heat-like sensation subsided, he slowly closed his blurred vision, and Mintaehee appeared.
Tantalizing curls spread like watercolor on the white bed, trembling long eyelashes, moist eyes beneath those lashes, wet lips being chewed, and a white silhouette like a snowy field where the first snow has fallen.
Despite feeling nauseated, her pliant body, which he reluctantly accepted without pushing her away, was trembling.
What did I do? When the self-loathing surged, he stopped moving. When the thin arm embraced his neck and pulled him down, first covering her lips and playfully moving her mischievous hand, it was just before turning again.
This is driving me insane.
The heat, which I had barely cooled down, bit into the skin like pain again, and the wild desire deeply embedded couldn’t run rampant, making him restless.
Though I wanted to shatter into pieces, I also wanted to handle delicately like glass, and though I wanted to swallow in one gulp, I wanted to savor slowly and leisurely.
Engulfed in sweet contemplation, the lips turned stern.
Sa-jun’s jaw tightened, and his lips were firmly sealed.
Looking down into the pitch-black pupils swirling with intense desire, Mintaehee, who faced the ominous desire, formed a warm smile.
Even the charming eye smile, gently pouring down, seemed like a witch when locking eyes.
“Don’t stop.”
Even with the feeble movements and the growling of the Adam’s apple, Sa-jun willingly accepted the command.
Continuing endlessly, yet like intertwined fingers, not once did they part.
The graceful movements tinged with vibrant colors were so beautiful that even the brain turned a reddish hue.
Although the field that burst forth poured breath into the ears, it was in vain.
Biting the tender earlobe and letting out a whisper, Sa-jun injected a murmur.
I’m still lacking. I’m thirsty, for you.
The first night of the honeymoon, eagerly awaited after enduring repeated patience, began brightly from early afternoon.
A sleep as deathly as death engulfed Taehee.
In the pitch-black darkness-like sleep, when I struggled to lift my eyelids, a ray of light pierced through like a surge.
I thought it was night, but it wasn’t.
Beyond the fluttering lace curtain, the grass was bathed in dazzling morning sunlight, sparkling in blue.
It felt like I had slept deeply without dreaming for a long time.
Because of a husband like a beast who had stripped away both body and soul.
Raising the upper body at an angle, Taehee, who pulled the white sheet up to her chest sensually, narrowed her eyes slightly.
A groan escaped involuntarily through the lips that naturally opened due to muscle pain that begged all over the body.
Sa-jun was a burdensome man in every aspect. Even in bed.
Gently pulling up the sheet revealed her body, dyed like a flower garden.
“Don’t you know the word moderation?”
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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