Ah, she wanted to ask him right now, starting from those fingertips.
Terrifyingly, he suppressed his desires.
He could chew that tiny princess bone and flesh down to the bones.
Moreover, isn’t she like a rabbit on high alert now?
Without looking back, he remembered the small back that walked quickly and skillfully hid what was bubbling in his crimson eyes.
How fast that change was, even Olivia, who was born as the empire’s only princess and grew up excellently as the next empress, couldn’t notice it.
With that, Cryer’s mouth twisted slightly.
Being with Olivia, who had an excellent ability to trace her own traces from the forgotten past in unexpected places, he concealed what was bubbling in his blood-red pupils.
‘Uh… Huh? It doesn’t hurt.’
The pain that was throbbing until a while ago disappeared as if it had been washed away by magic.
Eventually, the painkillers he seemed to have mixed indiscriminately without public notice turned out to be noticeably more effective than the ones left by the palace. Olivia, squinting her eyes, alternately looked at him and the empty painkiller bottle.
‘Come to think of it, it seems like you wrapping the bandage around the ankle was more comfortable than the palace’s treatment… No, I’m not asking you to do it again now.’
Before the words were finished, Cryer approached boldly, knelt down without hesitation, and pulled Olivia’s ankle that was moving toward him. Desperately, Olivia extended her hand toward him.
Looking at him putting down her ankle and rising, Olivia asked, looking up at him, ‘Were you possibly a doctor?’
Even after she said it, she made a face that seemed a bit off, and Cryer also denied it with a smirk.
‘Well, I seem to have more talent in killing than saving people.’
He said ruthlessly while revealing it with a smile.
Returning to reality with the cold aura felt from the wall, Olivia sighed deeply and murmured.
“What on earth did you do in the past?”
Even if she didn’t know, the past erased from his mind might not have been as smooth as in the world.
It’s strange that there’s no record of a man who, excessively and unnecessarily, crushed an empire and boasted power beyond an ordinary human.
No, that’s the most suspicious thing to say.
Even if the records of the Bolsheviks began with the records of the continent, it’s not an exaggeration.
Although she didn’t read or understand all that vast data, she hadn’t seen anything like him in her study of the family’s history.
Moreover… While Cryer was digging into the records of the Bolsheviks, Olivia wasn’t just sitting idly.
She called historians who claimed to fly across the continent to the imperial palace and asked them.
‘Was there a man who could start and end a war against the entire continent with a short stature?’
Historians easily mentioned a few legendary figures and some of the ancestors of the Bolsheviks that could really come out in a legend.
But even among them, there was no figure resembling Cryer.
Everyone’s actions were clear, and there was no one who reached the age of Cryer who had abruptly disappeared, either.
“No, it’s not an abrupt disappearance. If you’re that kind of superhuman, it was said that aging stops at a certain age.”
The age difference may be a few hundred years, not because he was a figure from the past.
That way, shouldn’t she call him a more distant ancestor rather than a grandfather…
With useless thoughts, Olivia spent time aimlessly, waiting for even a little relief from the pain. She sighed deeply and bowed her head, her awkward posture due to all the weight concentrated on the leg that didn’t hurt.
She twisted her waist to check her heels because of the awkward position.
However, her waist didn’t turn satisfactorily, and she groaned and wriggled.
“Oops!”
Predictably, Olivia lost her balance as her hand, which was placed on the wall, slipped.
Deciding that it was better to hit her face on the smooth but incredibly hard floor than to make her already painful leg hurt more, she wrapped her arms around her legs in an instant.
“Really, can’t take your eyes off me.”
With Olivia’s flat stomach pressed against his robust arms, she felt the warmth and familiar scent behind her back.
Olivia, who had opened her slightly squinted eyes, was about to say something when…
[SFX] Thud, splash.Suddenly, a cold water droplet fell behind her neck, making her unable to articulate her words properly.
“Eugh!”
Olivia, with the white downy feathers on her cheek standing up like a cat, pressed firmly against Cryer’s chest, which was as hard as a wall.
The moment the dry palm touched the damp flesh, Olivia, who had almost caused a commotion, took a deep breath, but no scream came out through the parted lips.
“Calm down.”
Her voice, scattered over the large hand covering her mouth, was overly low.
His usually lower voice was mixed with a scratching tone, and Olivia shivered, feeling the drops of water dripping down her throat.
Finally, with a shallow sigh, Cryer stood Olivia upright.
Of course, since she could hardly use one leg, the arm wrapped around her stomach remained tight without loosening.
“You seemed to be quiet in the office. Why did you come out?”
To this, Olivia mumbled for a moment and then blurted out.
“Why are you undressed!”
“I’m not undressed.”
“You are undressed!”
Cryer’s eyebrow raised wryly as he covered one of Olivia’s ears with the arm that wasn’t holding her.
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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