Yuin was so lost in her thoughts while looking at her phone that she forgot she needed to take notes during the lecture.
[It’s raining right now. I’ll take you home after class.]This sudden message puzzled her.
The last exchange she had with Director Do Giyeon was that morning, when he wished her a good day at school and she replied for him to have a good day too. Now, out of the blue, he was offering to pick her up, which seemed quite abrupt.
Although she no longer felt uncomfortable with him, their relationship wasn’t entirely easy yet. Hesitating, Yuin looked outside where it seemed cloudy but not rainy.
As she was about to type a refusal, the sound of rain pouring outside the classroom began.
“Those sitting near the windows, please close them,” the professor requested.
The windows were closed, but the sound of the heavy rain mixed with the wind continued to drum against them.
It really was raining. Yuin looked at the swaying branches in the storm before returning her gaze to her phone.
[I can buy an umbrella at the convenience store.]Her response remained the same as before, despite the weather proving his point.
His reply came quickly, as if he had been waiting for her response.
Yuin let out a sigh of exasperation.
Since their encounter at the hotel, Director Do Giyeon had become more assertive in crossing lines, but today’s suddenness and insistence were unprecedented.
Why was he going so far for someone who simply disliked rain?
As she was pondering what to ask him, he sent another message, not giving her a chance to refuse.
[Tell me which building to come to.]Another sigh from Yuin.
Why were the people around her so persistent?
Time passed, and the lecture ended. The rain had eased but still fell heavily. Students scrambled for shelter or protection as they left the building.
In the midst of the chaos, Yuin didn’t see the tall man she was expecting.
Then, out of nowhere, a plain black umbrella approached her.
“Hello, Nam Yuin.”
The neatly dressed man, out of place with his child-like, innocent smile, greeted her.
Startled at first by his sudden appearance and unfamiliar smile, Yuin unwittingly mirrored his expression.
She was taken aback by this new aspect of his face.
However, as quickly as it appeared, Giyeon’s expression sobered, and his smile faded into a more serious look.
“Why?” Yuin asked, her smile fading too.
Amidst the relentless rain, Giyeon stood, soaking his pants, focused solely on Yuin. He let out a resigned laugh.
“I’m seeing it for the first time.”
“What?”
“You smiling, Nam Yuin.”
Ah, was that so? Reminded of something she hadn’t realized herself, Yuin’s cheeks grew hot, and she awkwardly rubbed her face with the back of her hand.
That made sense, considering most of her encounters with Giyeon were unexpected, leaving little room for laughter.
So, was it weird for her to smile? As Yuin’s head began to drop with embarrassment, Giyeon reached out from under the umbrella.
“Let’s go. We have to walk a bit to the parking lot.”
“Uh… together?”
“We only have one umbrella.”
He said this with a playful chuckle.
Gazing at his outstretched slender fingers, Yuin hesitated for a moment. Then Giyeon waved his arm, gently coaxing her with a low voice.
Yuin looked up at Giyeon, who had returned to his relaxed demeanor, a slight smile on his lips.
The same subtle smile she had seen dozens of times before, but today it seemed subtly different.
His eyes, which had never shifted from the moment they met, and his hand, unaware of its sleeve getting soaked, seemed to gently scratch at the deep bottom of her heart.
Taking a deep breath, Yuin stepped into the rain. Giyeon moved half a step closer to prevent the raindrops from reaching her.
“Well done,” he said, gently wrapping an arm around Yuin, who had just joined him.
“What do you mean?” Yuin asked, looking up, but Giyeon just closed his eyes and smiled.
By the time they reached the car, both were drenched despite the umbrella. Their hair, clothes, and shoes were all wet.
“Use this to dry off,” Giyeon said, handing her a blanket from the back seat.
The soft texture of the black blanket, with a crisp scent as if freshly washed and sun-dried, tickled Yuin’s senses.
“Thank you,” she said softly, drying her wet hair with the blanket. Meanwhile, Giyeon took off his jacket, now darkened from being soaked.
He also unbuttoned his vest and loosened his necktie. Sensing Yuin’s gaze, he turned his head.
His dark, round eyes twitched upon meeting hers.
“Why?” he asked in a low voice.
Yuin immediately looked down and shook her head.
Giyeon chuckled softly, carelessly tossing his clothes to the back, and gently rubbed the blanket covering Yuin’s head.
“You look like a wet puppy.”
“Why do you keep calling me a puppy?” Yuin said, slightly pouting. Giyeon’s smile deepened.
“In my eyes, you are just like a puppy. Haven’t you heard that before?”
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
