“What do you take me for?”
Is it anger? Or sorrow?
A voice that couldn’t hide the surging emotion flowed from between Nikolai’s red lips.
Blue veins stood out on the back of his hand as he gripped the cheap beer glass.
“A personification of lust? A fool who drools at the sight of a woman?”
“Are you not?”
“You know nothing about me. Who I am, how I live.”
Nikolai’s green eyes grew cold.
He succeeded in changing the subject, but the private pleasure of focusing only on each other amid the noisy chaos disappeared.
Today, he had relaxed his mind with his tender attitude and delicious food.
“You may seem honest, but you said that you are full of secrets. The same goes for Your Highness.”
“……”
“I don’t know what you’re thinking, why you make that face, why you change so suddenly. You don’t even tell me.”
“It’s better not to know sometimes.”
“Then, before you resent me for not knowing your inner thoughts, look back at yourself. How honest have you been?”
As their time together increased, it felt like wandering a maze.
Nikolai was very different from the original tyrant.
He did not match the emperor known to the world.
More polite, more annoying, more dangerous. And beautiful.
‘I’ve been curious from the start. Why you forced the contract, ate with me, showed me a different face.’
He tried to strangle me with the face of a fierce beast, but my curiosity did not wane.
Rather, it grew every day.
Nikolai always stirred unfamiliar sensations.
He awakened emotions I thought were excessive.
If it wasn’t for him, I would not have known that a man’s embrace was so comfortable.
That I liked strong and long fingers, that I was swayed by those who bought me delicious food.
That a man who has everything looks pitiful enough to want to embrace.
“Tell me. What kind of person are you, Your Highness?”
Nikolai didn’t answer, only looked at me pensively.
The silence stretched.
The careful question returned as plain disappointment.
I might have been mistaken about feeling special.
We were merely seducing each other according to the contract.
It was all I wanted.
So why do I feel like crying?
‘Honestly, what am I expecting from Nikolai? What will change if I know? What can I do?’
Truth is heavy for both the one revealing and the one receiving.
Lightly treated truth can become an indelible wound.
A responsibility neither the one demanding nor the one confessing truth can escape.
On the contrary, how convenient are secrets and lies.
We fell into a more narrow and solid silence.
As the greasy meat began to stiffen, Nikolai opened his mouth.
“You are Elizabeth, aren’t you?”
“?”
“Elizabeth Emster knows everything.”
“What do you mean?”
“Aren’t you always piercing the truth, always one step ahead?”
You’ve seen me that way all along?
It sounded like praise, but it soon turned bitter.
“You, Your Highness, know nothing about me.”
“That is also true.”
“I’m struggling every moment, too. Flailing around.”
“It doesn’t look like it.”
“See? You didn’t see properly.”
Don’t say anything more, Elizabeth.
You won’t be understood anyway.
Fear and loneliness are only your share.
He is just provoking you by looking at your innocence and ignorance.
As she was calming herself, Nikolai uttered in a voice barely audible.
“I still… don’t want to be misunderstood.”
“…What?”
“I do not wish to be hated by you.”
What to do with this man.
The green flame that wavers like a wounded child.
Those beautiful eyes that look at me, filled with earnest desire.
“If I confess, will you tell me everything?”
“What would you like to hear?”
“I want to know what you really want.”
“……”
“What you are afraid of. Why you are haunted even in your sleep. And the reason you think you are about to die.”
He paused for a moment.
Just stepping on the edge of the piledup secrets made him feel dizzy.
‘How much does Nikolai know? Should I open up a little? No, I shouldn’t act impulsively. It might be a meticulous plot.’
The hesitation lasted longer.
There was a contract, but no trust between us.
It always felt like a thorn stuck in my throat.
“You are not answering, as expected.”
His tone was bitter, as if he had anticipated this.
“Are you disappointed?”
“No. I would be disappointed if it was easy.”
I blinked at his unexpected response.
Nikolai’s lips drew a leisurely line.
His eyes, which had been watching me all along, settled down slightly.
“Didn’t I tell you? You are harder to conquer than any fortress.”
“……!”
“But that makes you valuable.”
He wiped the sauce on my lips with his thumb.
I blushed.
Nikolai licked the sauce he had wiped off with his thumb.
His eyes were fixed on me.
The moist pink tongue appeared and disappeared between his sensual lips.
My heart sank, and my mouth went dry.
I wanted to borrow some alcohol.
I snatched the log beer mug from his hand.
“Please give me a sip.”
As I was about to moisten my parched lips, Nikolai took the beer mug back.
“I won’t allow alcohol.”
“Why?”
“Are you going to wet my chest again?”
Nikolai fiddled with the front of his shirt.
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
