Delia spoke, carefully hiding a sinister smile.
“Feeding the subordinates is a virtue of a commander. It’s directly related to the morale of the army, so it cannot be neglected.”
Delia raised her chin arrogantly and grabbed the lantern at the entrance of the stairs.
“So, Assistant Aaron is waiting here.”
Aaron, responding to her playful command, laughed and shook hands.
“Yes, Commander. Bring back lots of delicious things. I won’t work if I’m hungry.”
Stulen Allied Forces Commander Delia, receiving enthusiastic cheers from Assistant Aaron Bergen, cautiously descended the stairs.
With each step, the lantern swayed, illuminating the dark staircase.
There were no plans for departure, so it wasn’t a fully prepared ship.
However, they always kept supplies such as dried fruits, jerky, and alcohol that could be stored for a long time.
Delia pondered her target as she looked around.
“It’s more ominous going under enemy lines like this.”
Delia was accustomed to being on the deck, but life below the deck was unfamiliar, making it not easy to find something.
Delia shivered in the eerie air of the unfamiliar space.
Alone below the deck, Delia mumbled regretfully.
“I shouldn’t have come alone. I should have brought Assistant Aaron.”
To ease her tension, Delia adjusted Aaron’s hat.
The faint lingering scent on the hat reassured Delia.
“Where could the food be?”
With a more relaxed expression, Delia raised the lantern to look around.
As the lantern brushed past, a red light spread in the dark storage where darkness piled up.
It was where the crew prepared food and had meals.
Oak barrels lined up, and fixed tables were placed on the floor.
The deep scent of food embedded in the wood wafted through her nose.
“You have to feed them well to make them listen well.”
Aaron Bergen, who was so unruly that he couldn’t be controlled, had such a charming smile and was so childish.
Delia thought of her assistant waiting on the deck, and she smirked mischievously.
“The rum that the crew drinks must be somewhere.”
Delia, muttering quietly, placed the lantern on the long table.
Aaron’s hat cast a shadow on Delia’s face.
Despite the dim view, Delia did not take off the hat.
“Let’s make them drunk by giving them plenty of alcohol.”
Just as Delia was about to turn her body, lifting the robe sleeve to search in earnest.
Delia took a deep breath at the sudden energy.
“How do you plan to conquer the world so slowly?”
Before she knew it, Aaron approached from behind, embracing Delia’s waist.
Delia’s heart stopped at the low, humid voice.
In her confusion, Aaron’s hand, firm and unyielding, moved up the gentle curve of her waist.
“Why did you come down?”
“I came to check if the commander is doing well.”
“It hasn’t been long since I came down.”
Delia tried to stop his hand but was insufficient to resist Aaron’s strength.
His hand ascended along a soft line, undoing the cloak and removing a delicate golden flower brooch.
A soft, low voice resonated in her ear, captivating Delia.
“I was so worried that you went down alone to conquer the world.”
Yet, Aaron’s touch flowing behind Delia’s dress remained ceaseless.
The sensation of ribbon straps brushing against the fabric was elegant enough to send shivers down her spine.
“I couldn’t wait anxiously. That’s why, Commander.”
Chills ran through Delia’s spine as Aaron’s breath flowed down her spine.
“Commander.”
It was an endearing title, an affectionate term Delia always used for Aaron.
The everyday, ordinary term now sounded depraved and thickly seductive, unimaginable in such a context.
Unconsciously, Delia let out a moan mixed with a sigh.
“Um, why?”
“I couldn’t leave you alone, going to conquer the world by yourself.”
Aaron gently stroked Delia’s hunched shoulders.
The feeling of the smooth skin embedded in his hand deepened Aaron’s gaze.
He gathered Delia’s sweet, honey-like hair, sweeping it over her shoulders.
The long, slender neck lay exposed before Aaron’s eyes.
Aaron pressed his lips against the neck and whispered.
“Promise me you’ll go with me.”
“Yes, I got it.”
As Delia obediently responded, a sigh escaped from Aaron’s lips.
Despite embracing the sweet woman, why did he feel so uneasy?
What was this precarious feeling, like the scent scattered in the sea breeze?
Thinking of Delia looking at the golden sea, Aaron bit down on the exposed neck.
Hoping that she would look at him, not the sea.
“Ah.”
As Delia let out a small moan and curled her body, the hat slid down, covering her eyes.
As the dim vision was taken away, the sensitivity of her entire body heightened.
The presence behind, embracing and biting her neck, became more vivid.
In the sensation that felt like being bitten, instinctively, her body trembled.
Despite feeling the delicate tremor, Aaron persistently searched for something.
As Delia twisted her body to avoid, Aaron stubbornly grabbed her chin, pulling and swallowing her lips.
In the dark shadow of the hat, the mingling breaths dripped moistly, resembling the sea.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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