With her lips sealed, Taehui fluttered her closed eyelids.
Motionless, in Sajun’s tranquil stillness where not even a breath could be felt, her chest trembled.
However, Sajun’s hesitation, which even stopped his breath, lasted only a few seconds.
The sound of the umbrella falling beneath the foot signaled the beginning of a downpour. Moving a bit backward, Sajun rushed towards her like a fierce shower.
Their lips moved swiftly, and their breaths intertwined.
The agile jaw shifted at a slant, digging in, and the hand that had casually slipped into his pocket now firmly cradled the back of Taehui’s head.
Between the tightly pressed lips, rainwater seeped through. In the scent of rain, a fascinating aroma mingled, and amid the rain’s dense taste, a sweet flavor emerged.
Despite still being an awkward and rough kiss, Taehui couldn’t regain her composure. The ignited fire between the intertwined lips melted her body like wax.
As the lips parted and forcefully met again, the intermittent exhalations were warm and humid.
The jaw dipped, and the hand that encased the back of the head gradually flowed down, pulling Taehui’s waist tightly.
As her breath quickened and her chest pushed back, Sajun, who exhaled a coarse breath, once again surged forward, engulfing Taehui.
After quite a while, the stormy kiss came to an end.
Taehui, captivated by a languid sensation as if her entire body were floating, leaned against Sajun’s chest.
The sound of rain tapping on her eardrums, the robust heartbeat resonating through her cheeks, the warm heat transmitted through their connected bodies—all seemed like a dream.
Just as she thought everything was like a dream, a cold sensation spread over her cheek.
Rainwater dripping down Sajun’s hair cascaded onto Taehui’s face.
Lifting her damp eyelashes, she found Sajun gazing intently at her.
His eyes were sharp, with clear, jet-black pupils.
Using his thumb, he gently wiped the moisture off Taehui’s cheek and murmured, “My lover shouldn’t catch a cold.”
Even in the midst of their connected lips, it was Sajun who pushed Taehui into the building.
Contrary to Taehui, who was only slightly damp, Sajun was drenched.
But who worried about whom? Even as Taehui stared at him with an incredulous look, Sajun silently did what he had to do.
He grabbed Taehui’s shoulders and pushed her further into the building, then retreated into the pouring rain.
“Go inside. I’ll follow once I have this.”
Despite his fiery gaze, his voice was strangely calm.
Kissing—I want to do more.
Not moving in response to the unknown regret, when Taehui didn’t budge, Sajun playfully suggested, “If you’re reluctant to part, how about eating ramen with me?”
Should I really go eat ramen?
Whether just eating ramen, doing something else, or saying something else, at that moment, the desire not to part was overwhelming.
Because suggesting a give-and-take relationship with Sajun was sincere. It’s better to try and regret than to regret not trying.
Rain fell, kisses were shared, and her beloved man was right in front of her.
Caught up in the fierce early summer shower, Taehui felt an impulse to just be swept away.
“If I tell you to eat and leave, do you have the courage to do so?”
Instead of a response, Sajun silently met her gaze.
After staring at her with his wet black eyes for a moment in the cold summer rain, he calmly replied, “Not today.”
If Sajun had asked straightforwardly, he might have been a bit disappointed.
This guy was ultimately no different from other men.
That’s why they say you can’t understand a woman’s heart.
Ensnared in strange and mysterious emotions, Taehui puckered her lips at Sajun.
Calling him a coward.
Though he had told her to unbolt, Sajun smiled, reaching out with the umbrella lying on the ground.
It was a slow-motion-like movement.
With his natural curly hair thoroughly soaked, Sajun’s damp black hair twisted around.
Sweeping back the clearly defined bangs with a slow stroke, Sajun looked down at the umbrella he held in his hand.
As if contemplating whether to use the already drenched umbrella or not.
Unable to function properly and neatly folded, Sajun called Taehui, who was gazing blankly at the useless umbrella.
“Min Taehui.”
Taehui, who absentmindedly raised her eyes, met Sajun’s gaze.
Her heart pounded like crazy.
Sajun, soaked in rain, Sajun dyed in darkness—an undoubtedly unfair visual.
The white T-shirt snugly adhered to his upper body, overwhelming with a different charm than his face.
Thick and broad shoulders, long and solid arms, a triangular upper body, and a slender waist.
Her fingertips itched to touch his firm muscles.
Continuing to stare at him, her soul seemed to be captured by the devil.
Enraptured by Taehui so perfectly, Sajun slowly spoke.
“You said you didn’t believe me back then.”
Staring at Taehui as if the black eyes piercing through the raindrops would swallow her up.
“But I want to believe.”
With those words, Sajun turned away calmly.
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.
