As if she had no choice, Delia unbuttoned her shirt.
When she pushed her clothes up to her elbow, her white shoulders and back were revealed.
A bandage was still wrapped around the wound on her left arm.
Aaron gathered her scattered hair and swept it to one side.
The thin neck and smoothly connected shoulder line came into view at once.
Centred around the long spine, the shoulder blades, resembling wings, protruded on both sides.
A frail herbivore was exposed defenselessly before Aaron.
“Haven’t you been eating properly? Why are you so skinny?”
Aaron moved the wet towel along the beautiful line where the light flowed.
“I was busy trying to drive out the Imperial forces.”
“Why are you working so hard for something that’s useless anyway? Just accept it. The fate of a weak nation.”
“That’s nonsense. Fighting to protect is our destiny.”
The towel moving down along the spine got caught in the shirt.
Should I push it down to the end?
Aaron, who had been contemplating for a moment, chuckled and went up again along the back bone.
“It’s all the same for those at the bottom anyway.”
“It’s different. From the start, they belittle us as a weak nation. How much more will we be oppressed after they conquer us? They’ll exploit us until we have nothing to eat, right? I can’t stand that.”
“But they may not even know how hard you’re working.”
“It doesn’t matter if they don’t know.”
“Why are you working so hard for something they don’t even acknowledge?”
“Just. Because I love Iorenti.”
As if confessing her love to the other party, Delia’s body started to tremble.
Delia’s trembling was felt on Aaron’s fingertips.
“Unrequited love, huh. Unrequited love.”
“Whether someone is in unrequited love or not. Just hurry back to the Empire. Don’t covet others’ lands.”
“Should I really go back to the Empire?”
At Aaron’s languid words, Delia turned her body quickly.
As if driving out an evil spirit, she waved her hands towards Aaron.
“You’ve thought it through. Go. Go back. There’s nothing special here.”
Aaron turned his body and stared at Delia facing him.
Aaron’s dark eyes flowed down the golden waves in the blue pupils.
Her white skin flickered under her hair.
Her dangerously hanging shirt stimulated Aaron so strongly that it took his breath away.
He regretted pushing her golden hair forward.
Aaron sighed lightly and moved the towel again.
“So, do you want to go to the Empire with me?”
“What a ridiculous thing to say.”
At his sudden words, Delia looked into Aaron’s eyes.
That was a mistake on Delia’s part.
As soon as she met his deep ashgray eyes, Delia’s heart began to slow down.
Like a legendary monster that turns you to stone when you meet its eyes.
Aaron’s gaze turned Delia into stone.
His misty voice, like a fog, seeped into Delia, who was staring blankly at Aaron.
“You’re going to the Empire with me. As a trophy.”
“Trophy?”
Like learning a new word for the first time, Delia echoed Aaron.
While she stood there in a daze, Aaron’s hand, with its sensuality, headed down over her small shoulder.
Caught in his gaze, his touch, Delia blinked her eyes.
“You’re going to the Empire as a symbol of victory in the conquest war of the Southern 3 Kingdoms.”
The voice of Aaron, whispering devilishly sweet, drilled into Delia’s ear.
Her previously blurred pupils became clear in an instant.
Only then did Delia realize the meaning and frowned fiercely.
This is real.
Delia pushed Aaron away roughly.
“So, our Iorenti has already been defeated.”
Aaron lost the towel at Delia’s rough touch.
“You’re getting angry.”
Regretting, Aaron clicked his tongue lightly and picked up the towel that had fallen to the floor.
“No matter how much you struggle, Iorenti is destined to disappear.”
“You devil.”
A devilishly beautiful man.
He was so fatally beautiful that she recognized the humiliating joke a beat late.
The struggles of a weak nation were nothing but a moment’s amusement to that devil.
The prisoners of the defeated country were nothing more than mere trophies.
It was a cruel joke to the point where he detested himself for being captivated by those eyes for a brief moment.
“Go away. Don’t even touch my body.”
Delia quickly pulled up her shirt and glared at Aaron.
At Delia’s sharp reaction, Aaron showed a light smile and raised both hands.
He shrugged off playfully as if he had anticipated it.
“As the prisoner wishes.”
As Aaron casually rose from the bed, Delia roughly laid herself down on the bed.
Her abrupt movement shook the bed and stirred up a gust of wind.
How dare you make a fool of me?
Biting her quilt in anger, Delia’s breath became ragged.
She absolutely couldn’t be caught like this.
She had to escape. From that man.
The pain seared into her arm felt more intense, and Delia gritted her teeth.
The tent fell into deep darkness as the lantern was extinguished.
The shadows of the forest created by the moonlight cast over the tent.
The shadows cast upon the darkness created an even denser darkness.
Among the sleeping forest’s darkness, the quilt rustled.
Delia, as still as a statue, only slightly extended her face.
The blue light sunk into the darkness, only her moist, reflective pupils shimmered.
Delia blinked and steeled her resolve.
I must escape from that man.
Before falling asleep in the early evening.
Unlike Delia, who tossed and turned under the blanket, the commander was overflowing with leisure.
As if the moist energy that filled the tent was a lie, he was back to his daily routine.
He examined the documents on the table.
Even played around by tossing and catching a dagger for a while.
He meticulously cleaned the gun and checked its condition.
In the end, as if bored, he watched his captured prisoner while sipping brandy.
The gaze that rested lazily on his chin felt sharp, even with her eyes closed.
That madman.
It was clear he wasn’t normal.
Which might have been fortunate.
Because a gap appeared in the Delia’s pressing situation.
The mad commander who had been guarding the prisoner fell asleep drunk.
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
