His lieutenant glared at him, face red with anger.
Jackal casually asked,
“Why are you so angry? You’re like an angry horse.”
“Don’t mock me! Do you know how embarrassed and ashamed I was today!”
The lieutenant shouted, his voice cracking.
Jackal still spoke calmly.
“Well, if you act like a horse, then you’ll be treated like one, instead of a person. That’s why you end up like this.”
“What kind of bullshit is that! Who forced a perfectly fine human to turn into a horse!”
“……Bullshit?”
As Jackal’s expression turned fierce, the lieutenant flinched but stood his ground.
“If that’s the case, why don’t you just take Lady Asha as your companion!”
Jackal was taken aback.
He always got flustered when Asha was mentioned.
The lieutenant continued, becoming more animated.
“What, were you called a brave horse? But being this cowardly, can you really be called brave?”
“……Lieutenant.”
His ominous voice made the lieutenant flinch again.
“Next time, I’ll have someone else train you for horseback riding. I trusted you this time in case it was dangerous, but thinking about it, I don’t like her touching another man’s body. I’m sorry.”
Was it jealousy, petulance, or an apology? The lieutenant was stunned and stared at him.
Jackal ignored him, fiddling with the handkerchief and pondering the conversation he had just had with Asha.
He had become addicted to communicating with her as a horse.
Watching him tie the handkerchief prettily around his wrist with an excited face, the lieutenant could only sigh, as if giving up.
[This is the time separator]As the horseback riding training progressed, Asha began to learn hunting skills from Jackal.
Although swordsmanship was too much, she had to at least learn archery to catch wild animals.
Jackal first demonstrated by picking up the bow.
His blue eyes, fixed on the target, were sharp as a wolf’s.
Asha studied his stance as he aimed the bow.
What a handsome figure.
No, that’s not it……
Asha slapped her cheeks with both hands to focus and resumed watching him.
When Jackal released the bowstring, the arrow hit the target’s center exactly.
Asha clapped vigorously from the side.
Jackal, unexpectedly shy from the praise, changed the subject.
“Now it’s your turn.”
He adjusted Asha’s posture directly beside her, like an instructor.
“Now we are practicing on a stationary target, but never forget that in actual combat, you have to hit a moving opponent. Always look a few steps ahead and wait until the target is in the exact position before shooting.”
“Yes, I’ll keep that in mind.”
Asha seriously observed the target and drew the bowstring.
Jackal personally corrected the angle of the arm pulling the bowstring, the direction of the body, the position of the chin and eyes, the width of the legs, and the waist, with his hands.
From a distance, it looked as if a beast was embracing a slender woman from behind.
His large, rough hand touched her waist, and Asha unknowingly shivered again.
It was a subtle reaction, but Jackal also felt it and hesitated.
A strange tension flowed between the two.
Their heartbeats were very close.
Jackal gently removed his hand from her waist and said,
“……Always maintain this posture and angle. Also, consistently build up arm strength to pull the bowstring.”
“Yes.”
As he casually moved on, Asha also forcibly cleared her thoughts and focused on training.
Jackal satisfyingly observed Asha, who perfectly absorbed everything he taught her.
Whether she naturally had an upright posture, or had learned etiquette in the court, her posture while aiming the bow was incredibly upright and graceful.
The drawbacks often seen in beginners, like unnecessary strength in the wrong places or a bending body, were not visible in her at all.
It was because she was completely following his advice, from a blank state.
He liked that.
Asha held the bow with graceful poise and looked at the target.
Her eyes were infinitely serious and fierce, almost like what an elf would look like if they existed.
Finally, when she released the bowstring, the arrow flew sharply.
The arrow struck the target simultaneously as Asha jumped in surprise on the spot.
Jackal’s eyes widened slightly as well.
That arrow was lodged exactly in the center of the target, without a single inch of deviation……
Some organization members who were watching from afar were also surprised, whispering to each other.
She shot a few more arrows afterward, but proving that the first shot was not just luck, Asha hit the target every single time.
Now, even more organization members gathered on the field, staring blankly at her performance.
Asha looked down at the bow in her hand, her face pale with shock.
But at that moment, suddenly a wind whirled around the bow, tickling her golden hair once before letting go.
Jackal noticed it too, and his eyes widened even more.
He gently wrapped his hand around her shoulder, leading her away, almost as if he were hiding and protecting her body from an enemy.
“……Captain?”
As Asha followed him with a puzzled trot, Jackal looked straight ahead and spoke gravely.
“Let’s go talk. Follow me.”
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
