Hey, what are you doing here?
I told you to sleep well, and you really slept like a log.
Uh. I… I fell asleep late last night…
Is it my fault?
Of course it’s your fault. Who could possibly sleep peacefully after seeing you like that?
I felt frustrated that it was your fault, yet I couldn’t actually say it was your fault. But I shook my head from side to side.
Then I quickly ran my fingers through my hair. Suddenly, my disheveled hair and wrinkled pajamas made me look utterly pathetic.
Edan in front of me was loosely draped in a snow-white tunic; under the bright light, he was literally blinding.
If looks alone could kill, there’s no angel sexier than him. Author, why on earth did you create such a handsome madman?
Edan quietly watched me fix my hair, then opened his mouth.
“Feed me.”
“What?”
“Are you the type who doesn’t understand things the first time? Why do I have to repeat myself?”
“I’m sorry. I’m still half-asleep…”
“I’m hungry. Give me food.”
“…Yes.”
Edan, who abruptly threw a food tantrum, looked somehow uncomfortable.
Was it because breakfast was late? But he never seemed particularly interested in breakfast before…
Well, he did always eat everything without leaving anything behind.
Observing his complexion, I slowly slipped out of bed and asked,
“…Master, are you unwell somewhere?”
“Why? Do I look sick?”
“You bled heavily from your nose last night, didn’t you?”
One corner of Edan’s eye subtly crinkled.
“What are you talking about?”
I hooked him. At his curious question, I launched into the dumb-character act I’d carefully prepared all night.
“No, I was too shocked last night to mention it—but you were completely covered in blood. I’ve never seen anyone bleed that much from a nosebleed. Come to think of it, you should hand over your clothes for laundry too, right?”
Even the world’s dumbest idiot wouldn’t mistake that blood for a mere nosebleed.
If someone bled that much from their nose, they’d already be dead from excessive blood loss.
But I said this because I didn’t want him to realize I knew his secret.
Better to look like a slightly dim-witted maid than to arouse suspicious misunderstandings. He’s a future lunatic, but not fully insane yet—maybe he’d treat a total idiot in front of him a little nicer. He even seemed somewhat gentle yesterday.
Pretending to tidy the bedding while spouting nonsense, I surreptitiously rolled my eyes to gauge Edan’s reaction—and then our eyes met.
“…”
Without a word, Edan uncrossed his hands, stood up, and looked down at me with an expression of utter disdain.
As if my nonsense wasn’t even worth responding to.
“Food.”
Ah, yes.
My dumb-character act ended instantly.
Still in my white pajamas, without even changing clothes, I headed straight to the kitchen—and Edan followed me closely behind. He then planted himself beside the counter, propped his chin on his hand, and stared at me.
Normally, this was the time he’d be holed up in his room like a shut-in, but since I’d uncovered his secret, he apparently didn’t care anymore.
“Ooh, is our Master super hungry?”
“…”
“I’ll whip something up for you right away! Just wait a teensy bit!”
“…”
Refusing to give up the dumb-character persona, I laid on the obnoxious flattery while starting to cook.
I decided to ignore the fact that he wasn’t responding. After all, I was currently acting this role.
Every morning, Edan ate exactly the same meal: toasted bread with a long sausage inside, plus a fried egg on the side. A plain, unremarkable menu.
Because it’s literally the only thing I know how to cook.
Edan, who’d been radiating murderous aura at my flattery, surprisingly waited quietly for the food.
He looked displeased but didn’t scold me harshly—so I dared to hold onto a sliver of hope.
Normally he’s the type to draw his sword at the slightest irritation, but since this is early in the original story, maybe he’s not quite that insane yet.
But a moment later.
“Make it again.”
My hope shattered into pieces, carrying unspeakable curses scattered into the wind…
This was already the fourth rejection. I was about to make the same dish for the fifth time.
Last night he seemed fine eating cold leftover rice all day—why did he suddenly turn so picky?
‘Just eat whatever I give you!’
Biting down hard to suppress the urge to scream, I slowly lifted the plate.
“Cook it exactly like you always do.”
“I’ve told you repeatedly—it’s the exact same dish as yesterday.”
“It’s different.”
“It’s the same. Same ingredients, same dish I always serve you.”
“I said it’s different.”
I stubbornly insisted, but shrank under Edan’s lowered voice thick with displeasure.
What on earth is different, precious?
I couldn’t fathom the reason.
And I had no idea how to fix it. Making the dish again would just produce the same food for the fifth time—what exactly was the problem?
Seeing my deeply distressed face, Edan continued.
“…My headache won’t go away.”
What?
“Ever since I started eating your breakfast, the persistent headache I’d suffered faded away. Not today. It’s different.”
The moment I heard that, I felt as if struck by lightning—my whole body burned hot.
Gulp. I sucked in a scorching breath and strained with all my might to keep holding the plate.
Then Edan, now visibly irritated, tossed his fork down and furrowed his brow.
I locked eyes directly with his gorgeous red pupils, like scattered gemstones.
“Make it again. Properly.”
To hide my trembling pupils, I quickly turned around, plate in hand.
“Oh! Ah! Come to think of it, I forgot one seasoning! How could I make such a stupid mistake? I’m so sorry!”
Idiot! I’m a real idiot!
What Edan meant was my healing power. Last night’s incident was so shocking, and Edan seemed so perfectly fine afterward, that I’d completely forgotten—he constantly suffered from headaches, a side effect of his supernatural ability.
I wasn’t as potent as the female lead Ivy, but as a former holy maiden candidate, I did possess healing abilities.
After transmigrating and injuring myself falling from a carriage, I’d been unable to use my power for a while. As time passed and my body recovered, I naturally regained the ability—it wasn’t difficult. Just concentrating a little energy through my fingertips, guided by residual bodily memory.
So I’d been secretly infusing tiny amounts of my healing power into his breakfast, for the sake of the frail, shut-in saltbug.
It was just a simple wish: please stay alive and pay my salary properly while I work here.
Who knew it’d end up acting as Edan’s painkiller? Damn it.
‘Surely he hasn’t noticed I have healing power…?’
Having finished preparing the fifth breakfast, I turned my back to him so he wouldn’t notice, and gently activated a small amount of healing power from my fingertips.
Warm pink sparkles, like gently rippling droplets, softly seeped into the bread.
A moment later.
“Are you feeling better?”
Edan gave a light nod and finished his meal completely.
I could sense the previously tense atmosphere had dissipated.
“Your headache… is it better?”
“Yeah. It’s subsided remarkably. I really like your cooking.”
“Is it that delicious?”
“It’s not tasty.”
…Excuse me?
“It’s never been tasty. Not even once.”
Don’t confirm the kill.
Edan calmly set his fork down and, out of habit, swept back his hair with his large, long fingers.
Then he stood up, approached me, stretched his arms out to either side, and planted his hands on the counter, effectively caging me in.
His chest looked so solid I instinctively squeezed my eyes shut—then opened them again.
Now Edan’s face was right in front of mine.
I’d let my guard down for just a moment, and in that instant, I was completely trapped in his embrace.
Unlike last night’s scent of blood, Edan now smelled of fresh soap.
My heart, trembling uncontrollably, pounded a frantic rhythm. I was going insane.
Edan calmly maintained eye contact and continued the conversation.
“So, what seasoning did you forget?”
“Uh… well…”
I quickly rolled my eyes, searching for an excuse.
“Tell me. What was it?”
“Pepper! I forgot the pepper!”
At my ridiculous excuse, Edan’s eyes crinkled slightly—he looked utterly exasperated, as if asking, “Is that seriously your excuse?”
“Pepper?”
Edan repeated incredulously, and I hastily pulled out the pepper shaker I’d stuffed into my pocket earlier.
“It’s pepper from a village auntie! She said it’s expensive and hard to find—but I guess it works for headaches!”
“…Really?”
“Yes!”
I nodded frantically, adding hastily as precaution against any unforeseen consequences,
“But you shouldn’t eat too much of it.”
“Why not?”
“It might have side effects.”
“What kind of side effects?”
Ugh… Can you please back off a little first?
Don’t assault me with your face.
If I had Ivy’s pretty face, I’d be brimming with confidence—but even after transmigration, I’m stuck with a plain face, so being assaulted by his good looks feels like actual violence.
I’m staring at Edan’s fantastical face, but he’s staring right back at my unwashed morning face.
I rolled my eyes desperately toward the ceiling, then the wall, while speaking,
“Even medicine loses effectiveness if taken daily, right? Maybe pepper works the same—if you eat too much, the effect fades?”
Edan’s silent gaze remained calm.
“Pepper isn’t something people normally eat in large quantities anyway.”
“…”
“If you eat too much, you might cough…”
“…”
“Your throat might hurt…”
“…”
“It’s spicy…”
“…”
My voice grew progressively quieter.
Edan remained silent, lost in thought.
So I mustered my courage and gently tried pushing his arm away—to escape his caged embrace.
“…?”
Huh? His arm didn’t budge an inch.
Not only that—I was utterly flustered by the unbelievably solid, muscular feel of what was supposedly a human arm.
Was it because I pushed with one hand? This time I used both hands to firmly press against his arm.
I gritted my teeth, face flushing crimson from neck to forehead as I pushed harder—but Edan’s arm remained completely immovable.
What is this? Stone? Metal? His rock-solid forearm looked like it wouldn’t twitch even if punched.
Seriously? No matter how ordinary I am, I’ve got experience sweeping with a broom.
Is Edan left-handed? Is that why his left forearm is so solid? I shifted my push toward his right arm.
Then I met Edan’s gaze again—he was still staring intensely at me.
“…Sorry.”
At my quick apology, Edan clicked his tongue dismissively and tilted his head.
“What’s with your lack of strength.”
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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