I found it ridiculous even in my thoughts.
An older servant handed me a wooden tub full of laundry, chuckling.
“If there were such a thing, why would you be bitten? We wouldn’t have to hear the nagging complaints from the mistress either.”
It happened to be when Lady Lee, the mistress of Danmoksega, was bothering the servants to catch mosquitoes around the estate.
“At least the mosquito agony is the same, regardless of social status.”
I felt a bit better knowing I was not the only one suffering. I picked up the laundry basket and shrugged.
“It would be funny if a martial arts master was bitten by a mosquito.”
The thought of my adored protagonist being tormented by mosquitoes brought a smile to my face.
“It might be cute.”
The appearance I set for Danmokchang was a super handsome man.
“Even if you dig your nostrils, goodlooking people are cute.”
Such a trivial thought crossed my mind when the older servant stomped on my imagination.
“Masters don’t get bitten, you know?”
“What?”
“When you have an invincible body, even mosquito bites can’t penetrate.”
“Wow.”
Such an effect in martial arts!
“I’m a bit jealous.”
Carrying the heavy tub to the river, grumbling, I found myself indulged in an impure thought.
“Can I use the author’s cheat code?”
The tub was too heavy, the possessed body was only nine, sweat attracted more insects.
So, naturally, this thought came.
“I can become a master too!”
I didn’t have a good master, but I knew where all the opportunities were. The very opportunities that made Danmokchang a top master.
“Wouldn’t it be okay if I took one of them?”
It would mean that my child would have to work harder, but.
“I don’t even know the protagonist’s face anyway.”
This damn estate. How high are the walls? For a week after possession, I couldn’t even glimpse the hem of the protagonist’s garment that I’d longed to see.
It’s unfair to be possessed suddenly, and not even see the face of the protagonist.
“Ugh, why is life like this?”
I finally put down the basin and sighed as if the ground was collapsing. If you look tired, you’ll get help, but the nagging turned its back and left briskly.
“If you don’t wash all of this, you know you won’t get food?”
It left a ruthless remark.
‘Doing laundry all day long, the day goes by.’
As the nagging said, if I wanted to eat even a bowl of rice, I had to leave for laundry quickly, but my legs were so heavy that I couldn’t get up.
‘When it’s so tough, having something sweet gives you strength.’
As I wiped the dripping sweat with the back of my hand, I saw a red and pretty circle in my eyes.
“Huh? It’s a plum.”
It was indeed a plum!
I had wanted something sweet, and something sweet appeared before my eyes. What a windfall!
I rushed like a squirrel, picked up the ripe plum that had fallen to the ground, and took a big bite. The sweet juice exploded in my mouth, almost bringing tears to my eyes.
“Never thought I would be glad to see a plum in my life.”
Sugar and salt were so rare that I could only eat bland food.
The ripe plum I tasted was so soft and sweet.
“Oh, it’s delicious.”
After sucking on my fingers, I immediately turned my eyes to the plum tree.
“I have to eat one more.”
The ones hanging over the fence on the tree looked even more attractive than those on the ground.
‘It seems like I can reach it just by stretching my hand.’
I went through the open door, reached for a low branch that I could touch.
A clear voice was heard right then.
“What are you doing?”
“Huh?”
Startled as I was picking the plum, I turned around.
Behind me stood a boy in strange clothing, with wide silvery blue fabric like a blanket.
With black hair, eyes so black that the pupils were indistinguishable, he was quite impressive.
‘Wow, he looks like a doll.’
As I stared blankly at the boy’s face, a slight wrinkle appeared on his white forehead.
“What are you doing here? Didn’t you hear you can’t come in?”
I hadn’t heard such a thing at all. In fact, since I just possessed this body, all I knew were the three characters of my name.
I rubbed the plum on my clothes and asked.
“What is this place? Are there ghosts?”
“What, something similar comes out.”
At the boy’s words, I took a big bite of the smooth plum. The sweet juice brought a smile to my face.
“Then I’m not scared at all. They say ghosts only appear to those who believe in them.”
My words seemed unexpected, and the boy’s eyes widened. He asked with a suspicious tone.
“……You don’t believe in ghosts?”
“Of course not.”
“Not even goblins or monsters?”
“Oh my, kid.”
I put my hands on my hips and answered confidently.
“That’s just a story. I’m a storyteller. If I swallow all the ghost stories and let them flow as my own, that’s it.”
“A storyteller?”
My answer made the boy’s face crinkle again.
“Not just a servant?”
“Ah, um, let’s call it a side job.”
“A side job?”
“Yeah, it’s a thing.”
It’s true that I am a servant, but also a writer.
Once I get used to this world, I plan to write again.
Throwing away the plum seed, I asked.
“Why are you in a place where you’re not supposed to enter?”
“I must be a ghost then.”
At my question, the boy looked as if he was trying to look scary with a cold expression. I poked his forehead with my finger.
“Don’t lie. Where would there be a cute ghost like you?”
“Cute? Me?”
“Yes.”
Anyone would see it as a cute face, what a surprised expression as if hearing it for the first time.
‘Even if you just walk down the street, people would give you candy.’
Unfortunately, I didn’t have any candy. I pointed to the tree with my chin and asked.
“Would you like a plum too? Shall I pick one for you?”
The child was startled by my question, and fumbled with her fingers before answering.
“……I didn’t even know they could be opened.”
“Now you know, so it’s fine.”
Why doesn’t she know something like this? She seems to be a child who stays around here.
I quickly picked a soft plum and handed it to her.
“Try it.”
The child hesitated, then picked up the plum with her small hand. She then bit into the small, sharp end. As the red skin of the plum split, juice oozed out with a pop. She blinked her eyes and muttered in a small voice.
“……It’s sweet.”
Her round eyes were adorable. I chuckled and watched her as she nibbled the plum little by little. And when she had finished eating, I told her.
“Give me your hand.”
The child tilted her head and extended her hand. I grabbed her wrist and wiped her palm with my clothing.
“Your hand might feel sticky, so wash it with water later.”
“You…….”
The child, with her wrist held, spoke to me with a serious expression.
“You might die soon.”
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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