Tae-hong, confirming it was not a misunderstanding, said he also felt embarrassed. It wasn’t just a solo clap, but a sound created together, just like the lips that touched for an hour.
A tension filled the atmosphere with his every word, shaking Ha-jin with his genuine emotional expressions.
“Did it make you feel bad?”
His question was cautious. It was uncharacteristic for Tae-hong, a man of confidence, to be so observant. Yet, Ha-jin didn’t dislike this attentive side of him.
What kind of feeling was this?
“It didn’t make me feel bad.”
She wanted to show him the same honesty he had shown. To be open and truthful, not hiding anything.
“If it had been bad, then why for an hour?”
She sighed deeply, her mind drifting back to that dawn, parts of her body uncontrolled, caught in the memory. She needed to quickly wrap up this conversation.
“Anyway, I didn’t mind it either.”
A grown adult fretting over a kiss, especially when the other party is her superior, Tae-hong. As the successor of Yeonchang, it seemed justifiable.
Ha-jin couldn’t leave her lips alone. She bit them here and there, trying to shake off the sensation, but it only intensified her feelings.
So absorbed in her lips, she didn’t notice his gaze fixed on them.
Chewing them to the point of soreness, she was about to check them in the mirror when Tae-hong’s long arm reached out in front of her.
He gently held Ha-jin’s chin and turned her face towards him. Was it too presumptuous to feel his gaze soften?
His eyes, which captivated her thoughts, moved higher. He touched her swollen lips.
“Why bother with a mirror when I can look for you?”
What she thought was a caring gaze flickered in his eyes, then downward across her nose, finally settling on her lips. The sensation she felt from biting her lips became even more intense and hot.
“It’s quite swollen.”
His fleeting sympathy was overshadowed by his persistent touch, pressing on the swollen part of her lips.
Feeling the odd sensation, as if recalling a kiss, she knew this was a definite red flag in her mind.
“It’s, it’s okay.”
Unable to brush off his touch, she leaned her head back. Glancing at his retreating fingers, then at him still leaning towards her, it felt as though another sequence was needed.
“You said the hour-long kiss we shared wasn’t bad.”
He knew precisely where to put emphasis in his sentence. ‘The hour-long kiss we shared’ was the focal point.
She leaned back as much as she could, but couldn’t escape his gaze, which seemed intent on not letting her.
“If it wasn’t bad, then maybe another time.”
Just as Tae-hong was about to continue, a meeting attendee approached their car.
“Manager, later! Anything later!”
Ha-jin quickly unlocked the door and got out. Tae-hong, glancing at the approaching attendee, slightly lifted one corner of his mouth and turned back.
Both started the meeting with a professional smile.
Even during the client meeting, Tae-hong’s gaze continually returned to Ha-jin. Obligated not to miss a single detail of the meeting, she focused intensely, moving her hands accordingly.
When difficult topics arose, she would press her lips together tightly. Tae-hong noticed even the smallest wrinkles on her lips.
I wanted to taste those lips again that were endlessly tormented at dawn.
Although I playfully said 6 AM, I was preparing leisurely, thinking it would be okay to be about 30 minutes late. Diligent Ha-jin actually arrived at that time.
When I opened the door of the suite, her scent piercing through the dawn was dizzying. The ponytail pulled up tight and her scent seemed to match well, but her face was pale and tender.
As I was about to order coffee and checking the room service menu, I had to put down the phone when I glanced at her. I was irresistibly drawn to the neckline and shoulder line visible between her tied hair.
Standing behind Ha-jin, who was giving ideas against the glass window, I made a casual remark, but her turning around with her hair tickling my chest eventually ignited a fire.
Her charm, which knows no ‘moderation’, what is it? Her neckline, her hair, or her scent? Was there ever a time when Moon Tae-hong was so captivated by such simple things?
But Moon Tae-hong, you know what? You are already captivated. Funnily enough, I couldn’t say otherwise.
A small laugh inevitably escaped, causing the meeting to fall silent for a moment.
“Manager, is there a problem?”
The client’s staff, sensibly pausing the presentation, asked. The conference room became silent with Tae-hong just twirling his pen, not saying anything.
“Manager.”
Ha-jin gently shook Tae-hong’s arm, causing the spinning pen to stop. Their eyes met.
Ha-jin’s perplexed look wasn’t so bad. Of course, her startled deer-in-headlights look in the car earlier was better.
“Sorry, continue.”
Tae-hong gestured to resume the meeting. The meeting restarted, but Ha-jin looked at him a little worriedly.
Ha-jin, don’t look at me like that. It’s because of you I’m lost in thought.
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
