Ji An gave him a ‘why would you ask that’ look. It was obvious that he was drunk if he stopped to sigh while walking.
“Yeah. You look extremely drunk. It’s almost a waste to see it alone.”
Ha Joon closed the passenger door that Ji An had opened and turned her around by the shoulder. Her back pressed against the hard and cold body of the car.
He lifted and brushed off Ji An’s disheveled hair with his large hand, over and over again.
As he squeezed Ji An’s cheeks that were glaring fiercely with both his hands, her lips protruded in the center of her distorted face.
Ji An’s disgruntled voice was muffled.
“Stop it when I ask nicely. Hey!”
Ha Joon, unbothered, pressed his forehead against Ji An’s forehead. Then he asked in a low voice.
“Why? Are you scared of what a drunk might do?”
Instead of the defiant Ji An, Ha Joon asked another question.
“You’re not scared, are you?”
“No, I’m not.”
“Really? Even like this?”
The moment Ha Joon’s head tilted, his warm breath tickled Ji An’s face.
Her foot stretched out towards Ha Joon’s shin. It was a powerful kick, full of determination and devoid of any mercy.
“Ouch. …Really, you.”
Ha Joon, bending his knees, grabbed his shin and swallowed his tears.
When he looked back, Ji An asked the same question with a bewildered expression.
“Are you scared of me?”
“I’m scared. Very much so. …Is it a crime to brush off your long hair too?”
“Yoon Ha Joon, being a lawyer, speaks well. I wonder what your mother would say about having such a wonderful son.”
Anyway, he was good at answering promptly.
The question Ha Joon asked again was a sincere one that truly came from his heart.
“Do you find me funny?”
“I’m not finding it funny. …There are plenty of bad guys in the world. If I had done as you taught me, it wouldn’t have been your shin but there. It was your shin because it was you.”
Ha Joon, lowering his head along Ji An’s fingertips, looked down between his legs and chuckled. It was a close call.
She turned her head towards the car and said,
“Get in the car and wait.”
“No need. I’ll sober up and wait with you. The wind is cool.”
“Who told you to drink that much… Oh? That must be him over there.”
Ji An raised her hand high to greet the approaching designated driver from afar.
And she opened both the rear passenger door and the front passenger door.
Ha Joon blew a breath between his lips and tossed his bangs.
While undoing his tie knot with his hand, he stared at the passenger door that Ji An had opened.
“Why did you open the passenger door? If you’re suggesting you’ll sit in the passenger seat, I’d hate to see that.”
“What are you up to?”
“I guess the alcohol is getting to me. I’m thinking of dancing a crane dance for old time’s sake.”
“Ha Joon, please. Don’t do that.”
“Then get in the back seat. You’re not my secretary, what’s with the front seat? …I’m tired, you know. Be a pillow for a bit.”
It seemed like the line of soju bottles on the table had brought out a rare version of Yoon Ha Joon.
A noble crane turned into a comical bird. And that, in the middle of the street.
Ha Joon, even taking off his suit jacket, let out a laugh like a neighborhood fool.
Ji An, who knew better than anyone that his laughter was a madman’s variation, was startled.
With her hands spread wide, she stopped Ha Joon.
“Fine, I’ll get in. Get in. It’s okay if I get in the back seat, right?”
“…Come here quickly.”
Ji An was the only living creature on earth who had witnessed Ha Joon’s crane dance.
She had a responsibility to maintain Ha Joon’s sophisticated and tidy image. For Lady Yeon Woo, it was an absolute necessity.
As Ji An climbed solemnly into the back seat, Ha Joon rested his head on her shoulder.
He lifted his lips into a light smile.
Could he have lost his senses over a few bottles of soju? He had drunk a lot, but not to that extent.
Whenever Ji An cried, Ha Joon used to dance, imitating a crane. He wanted to make her laugh when she cried.
He summoned an old memory of her laughing so hard that she rolled on the floor.
“If you had laughed a bit earlier back then, I wouldn’t have danced and pushed my hair back. That’s a shameful memory of my life.”
“I remember I laughed so hard I could’ve lost my belly button. It was when you were preparing for the bar exam, right? Because you didn’t want to waste time going to the salon, I even attended a beauty school.”
“Oh, right. The beauty school. My hair, which was shaved by your hands. That’s another memory.”
When they recalled one memory, other memories followed like soap bubbles.
Ji An covered her bursting laughter with her hand and looked at Ha Joon. His disheveled hair, eyelashes, and nicely shaped nose filled her view.
She spoke with laughter in her voice,
“I’ve done a lot of terrible things to you.”
Ha Joon chuckled and retorted. His voice was getting slower.
“See, I’ve suffered a lot, too.”
“I guess so.”
“Ji An, I’m sleepy. I’m going to take a nap.”
“Okay. You can trust me and sleep.”
Softly breathing, Ji An turned her head to look out the window.
The Villainous Demon Lord Laid an Egg for Her (Female-Dominated)
Several months after transmigrating into a book, Yu Wu found herself facing the demon lord Li You, who could no longer conceal his dragon horns. With one hand on her aching waist and the other gripping a sharp sword, she stared at him.
The demon lord’s eyes were red with fury:
“This is all your doing! Today, I won’t rest until I kill you!”
Yu Wu rubbed her temples. Putting aside the taboo against bloodshed during pregnancy, wasn’t it this very man who willingly walked into her trap that day?!
Warnings:
- Male pregnancy.
- Height ratios are set to mirror typical male-female height proportions.
- Characters include a foot-loving demon lord and an eldest daughter from an immortal family’s concubine lineage.
