She saw the passing streetlights and beyond them, the river under the night sky. The light from the street lamps reflected in the river, swaying with the calm waves.
While supporting the leaning Ha Joon, Ji An carried him into the elevator of the Happy Officetel. His stumbling seemed more pronounced, whether due to increased intoxication or anxiety.
She pressed the silver number 9 button firmly, counting the increasing numbers in her mind.
“Ha Joon, try to pull yourself together. Are you feeling really bad?”
“Huh? Yeah.”
“We’re home now. Just hold on a little longer.”
As the elevator came to a halt with a sound, the silver doors opened on both sides.
The familiar hallway came into Ji An’s view. She hadn’t thought she would return in such a state.
After giving a fleeting glance at unit 902, which had now become someone else’s home, she unlocked the door to unit 901.
Entering the bedroom, she dropped Ha Joon onto the bed.
“Yoon Ha Joon. Get a grip.”
As Ji An lifted Ha Joon’s legs onto the bed, she gasped for breath.
She untied his necktie while sitting on the bed, expressing her annoyance with her gaze.
That’s when it happened. Ha Joon’s thick hand grabbed her wrist firmly.
The other arm reached out and pulled her shoulder, causing her body to tilt and the bed sheet underneath her to sink in.
“What are you doing? Do you want to die?”
“I don’t want to die. But sending So Min home at this hour is worse.”
Ha Joon, who was lying next to her, propped up his body and slowly blinked.
With her wrist still gripped in Ha Joon’s hand, he let out a low, long breath.
The source of her tumultuous emotions was right in front of her, and a crack ran through her once cold reasoning. Even the private space seemed to provoke him.
At this point, it was an undeniable vivid emotion, and he wanted to be with Ji An enough to make up for the past month’s absence.
Ji An twisted her tightly gripped wrist and let out a painful sound.
“It hurts. My hand. Hey! So On.”
“Huh? Yeah.”
Ha Joon’s hand, which had been holding her wrist, fell away. Ji An quickly sat up.
“Just lie down for now. I’ll get some ice water. You’ve drunk too much.”
It was a genuinely naive, innocent gaze. How could he resist the temptation with this?
He pressed her forehead firmly with his big hand.
“I’m fine. I’ll take care of it.”
He straightened up, grabbed the end of the blanket, and skillfully rolled Ji An up in it. Finally, he tucked the blanket tightly into the gaps, turning her into a wrapped caterpillar.
Ha Joon spoke while looking at the blinking Ji An.
“Sleep here and leave in the morning. If you even think about getting out of the bed and going to the living room, don’t even dream about moving. I’ll never allow it.”
“Are you my father or something?”
“If your father wasn’t there, wouldn’t I have been the guardian? You shouldn’t say such things if you have any conscience.”
“Are you sure you’re not drunk?”
Holding the door handle, Ha Joon looked back at Ji An and replied casually.
“I sobered up after sleeping and waking up. …I’ll sleep in the study.”
“That evil lawyer.”
As Ji An rolled over and lay down, curled up like a caterpillar, she asked while looking at the ceiling.
It was a question she had been curious about, but she missed the timing to ask.
“When did you find out that I had moved?”
“I thought you were sneaking around because of the perfume. But then I saw a thuglike guy entering unit 902. So I knew. I was busy with a case.”
“So that’s why you didn’t call.”
“……Stop and go to sleep. I’ll call more often from now on.”
Ha Joon exited the bedroom and clicked the lock on the door. After pulling the handle down and confirming that the door was locked, he headed to the kitchen.
Ice dropped from the water purifier’s outlet and the water filled up with a gurgle. When he swallowed the cold ice water, his throat moved rapidly. Ha Joon, who had entered the bathroom, turned the shower knob to the right and showered with cold water.
He decided to watch Ji An and follow her lead.
‘Something has changed, but not completely. She’ll gradually return to her place.’ He entered the study, opened his laptop, and rubbed his face. He had to make up for the unintentionally lost time, and he didn’t think sleep would come easily.
The next morning.
Exclamations flowed from Ji An’s mouth as they sat across from each other at the dining table. It was a breakfast made with the soup and rice from the aunt Yeon Woo’s home, which was in Ha Joon’s refrigerator.
“Indeed, mother’s hangover soup is the best. It’s the tastiest in the world.”
Feeling that Ha Joon’s hand was slowing down a bit, Ji An quickly added.
“Your mother, who only has three sons, including Yoon Ha Joon. Right?”
“I didn’t say anything. Just eat quickly.”
“I’ll do the dishes. You go to work.”
Ha Joon stood up, holding his empty bowl, and put it in the sink bowl.
When Ji An, who had emptied her bowl a bit late, was just finishing washing the dishes, Ha Joon, who had come out of the dressing room, called her.
“Ji An. This.”
Ha Joon, who hadn’t buttoned up his dress shirt all the way, showed her the tie hanging on the back of his hand.
“What’s that for?”
“Do it for me.”
Ji An’s head tilted sceptically.
Is he trying to be funny? Why is his gag code like that in the morning?
“Do it yourself. Think about the height. If I were to tie that, I’d have to stand on my tiptoes, twist my neck, how hard would that be?”
Without answering, Ha Joon stretched his legs out wide. Then, with a ‘are we done?’ look in his eyes, he shook the tie at Ji An.
Despite her grumbling, Ji An approached Ha Joon to tie the tie.
“What happened in the past month? Why are you acting so strangely?”
“Why did you disappear without a word? I almost put out a search warrant for you.”
“A warrant?”
“If my father hadn’t told me he was in Jeju, I would have. It’s not my business.”
“So what’s my crime?”
Ha Joon laughed deeply, his gaze on Ji An’s lips that were spilling complaints. His eyes were creased with delight and fondness.
Because the person in front of him was Kim Ji An, he was busy laughing again and again.
“You have many crimes. I was thinking of going with stalker.”
“What?”
Ji An twisted one corner of her lips and pulled on the knotted tie. In an instant, Ha Joon’s neck was choked.
Coughing and gasping for breath, Ha Joon grabbed Ji An’s hand and added to her list of crimes.
“This is an attempted murder.”
As she adjusted the tie back in place, Ji An spoke. She wished that he would stop at this point.
“You’re not fun. You’re whining and nagging. It’s not like you.”
“Then who should I act like this in front of? It’s because it’s in front of you that this side of me comes out.”
Ha Joon, who was adjusting his tie, shrugged his shoulders.
He was either crazy, on the verge of going crazy, or it was because Kim Ji An was there, he was crazily happy.
That was why he had been like this since morning.
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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
