I instinctively moved my hand.
Then, I felt warm body heat and firm skin—as if this weren’t a dream, but reality.
But it couldn’t possibly be real. There was absolutely no way I’d be lying side by side with Edan Dietrich in bed.
Still…
Why does this feel so real? The squishy sensation, the elasticity—it all felt too vivid.
Since Edan Dietrich had taken off his upper garments, my drowsy mind unintentionally focused all my attention on his chest and abdomen.
“Scars…”
I hadn’t noticed before, since his face bore no marks, but upon closer inspection, I saw multiple slash scars on his forearms and across his perfectly sculpted abs.
They weren’t grotesque, but the sheer number of大大小小 wounds—large and small—made it vividly clear he was a battle-hardened warrior who’d spent years on the battlefield.
“It must’ve hurt… At least your pretty face is unmarked. That’s lucky.”
Muttering to myself as I traced the scars, I unconsciously lifted my head and met Edan Dietrich’s gaze.
Our eyes locked—his crimson pupils staring straight into mine.
The clarity of his gaze jolted me fully awake.
Yet my sense of reality still felt hazy—until Edan Dietrich’s arm beneath my head shifted. I sprang upright like a broken toy spring.
“Eeeeeeek!”
I’ve lost my mind! This wasn’t a dream—it was real! Worse, I was clinging to him, my head resting on his arm-pillow.
Screaming at the top of my lungs, I forgot entirely I was on a bed and scrambled backward.
My body hit the edge of the mattress, and as I began tipping off onto the floor, Edan Dietrich reached out and grabbed me.
“What are you doing?”
With a bored expression, he seized my arm and yanked me back toward the bed—I landed right back where I started.
“Oof!”
He’d only pulled lightly, but my face smacked straight into his chest.
Wincing from the sting, I slowly opened my eyes—and found Edan Dietrich right in front of me, once again offering his arm as my pillow, in the exact same position as before.
I rolled my eyes around, trying to make sense of the situation.
Judging by the window and ceiling molding, this wasn’t my room.
Granted, the fortress wasn’t luxurious to begin with, but I’d decorated my room with small yellow curtains. Here, the window was bare, and the space was stark—only a bed and a single side table, utterly devoid of decoration.
Was this Edan Dietrich’s room?
I remembered going north last night, seeing Hillstain Mathias… watching snowflakes drift down from a pitch-black sky filled with auroras—beautiful, yet chilling.
But… why the hell was I in bed with this man?!
I wanted to sit up properly and look around, but I couldn’t move.
Edan Dietrich was gripping my arm and staring straight at me.
Every time this happened, I never knew how to react. Helpless, I spoke first.
“U-um… Did you sleep well?”
I forced out the words, trying my hardest to sound calm while nervously watching his reaction. Edan Dietrich lazily opened and closed his eyes.
“Breakfast.”
“Huh?”
I blurted out a reply in my panic—and immediately regretted it. I should’ve first demanded why he was calling me “Breakfast.”
But Edan Dietrich, utterly indifferent to such trivialities, continued.
“Do you remember what happened last night?”
What happened? Did something happen between us? Wait—no. A lot of things happened.
But I had no idea what specific “last night” event Edan Dietrich was referring to, so I shook my head.
“I don’t really… remember…”
“Is that so? Then I guess you also don’t recall trying to run away, bursting into tears, and promising to serve under me for the rest of your life.”
Where did he get that nonsense? When did I ever do that? I never cried, and I definitely never promised to serve him for life!
“I clearly remember going north with you, Master. You suddenly dragged me away while I was doing calisthenics under the moonlight.”
Only then did Edan Dietrich chuckle. He was terrifyingly icy when expressionless, but when he smiled, he seemed almost human. I found myself wishing he’d smile more often.
“Oh, you’re going to play it that way? Fine. What happened next?”
“Next… I saw Ruben… and the monster… and Commander Hillstain Mathias… eek?!”
As I mumbled along, Edan Dietrich suddenly grabbed my waist and flipped me over.
“W-what…?!”
My heart and face felt like they were about to explode.
His hands gripped my waist, and before I could react, I ended up straddling his abdomen, lying atop him.
When I tried scrambling off, Edan Dietrich tightened his grip around my waist.
“Don’t move.”
“But… this is…”
“I told you not to fall off.”
“Huh? When did I say that?”
“Last night.”
“I don’t remember!”
My voice rose in embarrassment. Edan Dietrich released one hand and ran his fingers through his hair.
“Going to play dumb because it’s inconvenient?”
“I genuinely don’t remember!”
“Remember. That’s an order.”
You lunatic. How am I supposed to remember if I don’t remember?!
I bit my lower lip hard. And the moment I looked down at my hand resting on Edan Dietrich’s chest, my irritation vanished—and everything came flooding back.
‘Cold.’
Edan Dietrich had carried me, half-delirious with fever, back into the fortress. It must’ve been around the time the air grew slightly warmer and his embrace felt comforting.
When he tried laying me down on the bed, I’d clung tightly to him and whispered:
‘Hold me. Don’t let go. I’m cold.’
Damn it! I’m insane! Recalling that, I froze in shock, my face turning deathly pale.
How could I have said such things without drinking a single drop of alcohol?
It was cold. I had been cold. I’d been dressed for warmth, then suddenly dragged to the north in that outfit. Plus, I’d been under extreme stress.
But still—I should’ve kept my wits about me! Why did I say something like that?!
“Let me be perfectly clear—you were the one who clung to me and begged first. And your hand is still on my chest.”
Noticing I’d remembered, Edan Dietrich smirked, lifting one corner of his mouth teasingly.
“Eeek! I’m sorry!”
I yanked my hand off his chest and flung both arms up in the air.
I swear I didn’t mean to, but between my position and actions, I felt like some pervert who’d pounced on a beautiful man.
Yet Edan Dietrich, seemingly the victim, looked amused, while I—the aggressor—was tearing my hair out in shame. As I lowered my head, I suddenly noticed something else odd.
“…My clothes.”
I’d definitely been wearing my outdoor outfit yesterday, but now my state was…
I stared at Edan Dietrich, bewildered. My eyes screamed: What the hell happened?
“Why?”
Edan Dietrich asked flatly. His sheer confidence threw me off.
“Well… my clothes…”
“What about them?”
“I was wearing different clothes yesterday…”
I couldn’t bring myself to bluntly ask if he’d changed my clothes for me, so I danced around the question vaguely. Edan Dietrich, as if bestowing great generosity, replied:
“Don’t bother thanking me. You’re small—I changed you quickly.”
“Changed…? You did it yourself? Master personally changed my clothes?!”
“Yes.”
So that meant… he’d seen me naked? Right?!
My mind exploded with every imaginable thought.
But Edan Dietrich was so shamelessly confident that I alone turned beet red with embarrassment.
It was mortifying, but judging by his reaction, he probably thought of it like changing a puppy’s outfit. If I made a fuss, I’d just look even more like a weirdo.
Still… I couldn’t just let this slide.
“You’re insane!”
I finally punched his chest—thud!—and shouted:
“Why did you just—! Strip someone else’s clothes—! So casually—! Me—! Seriously!”
I was too flabbergasted to form proper sentences. Honestly terrified, I took a deep breath before forcing out the words.
But Edan Dietrich didn’t even flinch from my punch. He looked at me with an annoyed, clueless expression.
“What? What exactly are you trying to say?”
“Apologize!”
“Why should I?”
“You saw me naked without permission! I’ve never shown myself to anyone!”
At that, Edan Dietrich’s eyes suddenly gleamed with interest.
“Oh? Was it your first time?”
I nodded, face crimson. Of course it was my first time—who else would’ve undressed me?!
Even Jenald Johan, who’d nursed me after I nearly died falling off a carriage, had never done anything like this.
“Hah. Really?”
Edan Dietrich let out a light scoff.
I’d demanded an apology—I didn’t expect him to say “sorry,” but at least show a hint of remorse! Instead, he laughed? I was so dumbfounded I froze.
And as if my reaction pleased him even more, Edan Dietrich smoothly curled his lips into a deliberate, smug smile.
With a faintly amused expression.
“It’s fine. It was my first time too.”
“Huh?”
“You were a first. I was a first. So it’s fine.”
I genuinely cannot comprehend how this man’s brain works.
Though, trying to understand a lunatic is pointless to begin with.
“That’s not the issue!”
“Then what is?”
Edan Dietrich finished speaking, swiftly set me down beside him, and got out of bed. Then—
“For the record, I haven’t touched your breasts yet.”
“…”
“But you touched mine.”
“…”
“Since you’re the first woman to touch my chest, keep that in mind too.”
…That was an accident…
The sensation still lingered on my fingertips, and hearing “first” made me feel like my innocent purity had been stolen. I was utterly speechless.
Is this mathematically fair? He’s so damn confident—I can’t even argue.
I grumbled under my breath, glaring at Edan Dietrich’s broad back. Suddenly, he turned around and locked eyes with me.
“Well, if you’re curious, go ahead and look too.”
Edan Dietrich smirked faintly, then slipped a finger into the waistband of his pants.
Slowly, the pants slid down, revealing the firm iliac crest muscles flowing seamlessly from his abs.
“Confident enough?”
No. You lunatic.
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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