“Are you going home now?”
Having finished dinner at a famous restaurant where reservations had to be made months in advance, Haeyeon smiled at Doha.
Despite an intrusion by some foreign substance, Haeyeon truly enjoyed the day. From the art museum to the meal, everything was perfectly arranged by Doha. It was almost a shame that a day prepared with his affection and meticulousness had come to an end.
Feeling good and a bit tired, Haeyeon looked out the window and heard Doha’s words.
“You don’t think this is the end, do you? There’s still one more thing.”
Doha, with a teasing expression and an affectionate gesture, stroked Haeyeon’s cheek and spoke. Haeyeon, taken aback by Doha’s words that seemed to have peered into her mind, made a slightly bewildered expression.
“What?”
“You said you wanted to sleep outside. Well, let’s go then.”
Only then did Haeyeon recall the evening two months ago when, as a celebration of the Dally Coffee interview, she had dinner with Doha eating stir-fried squid.
I want to sleep with you.
Bold words uttered uncontrollably under the influence of alcohol. Doha had gently refused that day, but the next morning, not entirely, he had accommodated her request.
Sure. Even if we can’t go far, let’s go somewhere nearby, us.
Unfortunately, the promise was completely forgotten due to Haeyeon’s subsequent employment at Dally Coffee and the subsequent internal affairs. The one who had forgotten the commitment was herself, and Doha remembered it and prepared for it.
Her body froze in an unexpected situation, and Doha, teasingly smiling at her awkward appearance, took Haeyeon’s cheek, lightly kissed her lips.
“Haeyeon. Is this a princess’s request for a hug again?”
Throughout the move to the hotel, Doha wore a gentle smile. Even while driving, Doha’s gestures of occasionally holding hands were more affectionate than ever.
“What are you thinking?”
When the car stopped at a traffic signal, Doha reached out, brushing Haeyeon’s hair aside, and asked gently with calm, curved eyes.
‘I like driving late at night like this.’ Or ‘Thank you, Doha. For keeping your promise.’
Numerous appropriate responses came to mind, but Haeyeon just faintly smiled without saying a word. Right now, the two of them are on their way to the hotel.
That was the problem.
This exciting time, the one thing weighing on her mind. No, the one thing disturbing her nerves entirely.
‘I said I wanted to sleep outside for no reason.’
The reason Doha couldn’t undress in front of her, the reason he only wore long-sleeved pajamas.
Haeyeon raised the corner of her mouth.
“Our thought.”
Apparently satisfied with the answer, Doha chuckled softly and extended his hand. They were already in the hotel parking lot.
Inside the elevator, rising rapidly without any noise, Haeyeon felt a bit stiff, unlike the expression she willingly showed to Doha during check-in.
Haeyeon wasn’t acting like this just because she knew Doha’s scar. Doha, too, had been concerned about that part all along and hadn’t even shared a bed to hide it. Yet, he was the one suggesting they go to a hotel.
“Doha, is he trying to show me something? Or…”
Haeyeon shook her head. If Doha showed his body, it meant revealing the accident from a year ago, and if he was willing to reveal it so easily, he wouldn’t have hidden it so carefully.
So, for Doha, who had been through so much, and for the wife who felt upset and disappointed that her husband, who didn’t suddenly engage in intimate gestures, was doing something for her, it was an attempt to provide comfort in any way possible.
“I made it difficult again.”
Me, again.
Haeyeon regretted. Irresistible self-blame flooded in.
What was it?
Whether it was skinship or sharing a bed, why did it make Doha difficult again?
Even when she mentioned it, claiming not to know about Doha’s wound at the time didn’t bring her any comfort. Unable to force herself to book a hotel for her wife, she couldn’t take another step.
“Why? Haeyeon.”
“…No.”
With a light response, Doha opened the door to the room. As Haeyeon entered, she stepped into a room designed in calm gray tones.
A pretty room. Even though every side had floor-to-ceiling windows, offering a beautiful view from every angle, the room clearly bore Doha’s personal touch.
“I need to wash quickly. Doha, I’ll go first.”
Haeyeon hurried toward the bathroom. She would bathe first and pretend to sleep afterward, citing fatigue when Doha came out after washing.
When she quickly but thoroughly finished and came out, Doha was looking outside the window.
“Doha, wash up.”
She spoke quickly and, slipping into the fluffy sheets, she displayed a happy expression.
“I’ll come out after washing.”
After saying that, the sound of the bathroom door closing was heard. As soon as Doha, who didn’t undress outside, or rather, couldn’t undress, entered the bathroom, Haeyeon’s complexion darkened.
She sighed at her position of being unable to do anything in front of the person she loved. She wanted to run to him right now and shout.
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
