“……Yes?”

“I asked if I can do what I want.”

Half air, half voice.

A voice came that made one want to ask if it had to be so fatal.

“What, what……what are you going to do!”

Cedric tilted his head gently at the buffering voice.

And after a silence as short as a comma.

“What should I do to a wife lying in her husband’s arms on the bed?”

It wouldn’t be strange if the body melted down from such a voice.

A voice that was sweet yet tensed all the nerves in the body.

……This is cheating.

Do you need to be this sexy when you’re ill?

Lamein swallowed a breath she couldn’t let out.

Her eyes kept falling on the man’s firm chest muscles that quivered with each word.

Now the smooth skin she wanted to touch more than the white bandages was getting on her nerves.

‘Could it be……. will he do it? What I’m thinking?’

……Nah.

Not with that body?

She slowly scanned her ill husband’s face and body.

……I shouldn’t have done that.

Her husband’s body kept scattering her thoughts as she tried hard to focus.

‘There’s nothing he can’t do, right?’

It’s not like he’s incapacitated.

A strange fighting spirit rises in her faint mind.

‘Love sprouts even in a wartorn field.’

……Is there a plan?

You said let’s do it.

The feeling of lying on a cozy trash can instead of the bed grows stronger.

But it wouldn’t be strange if what she imagined happened.

No. Rather, it would be stranger if nothing happened.

A peculiar and disturbing air swirls between her husband and herself.

A heat hidden somewhere in her body blossoms like a flower on her pale skin.

Thump, thump.

Feeling the fine heartbeat galloping.

‘I shall consider the health and life of my patient first. I will maintain the noble traditions and honor of my profession…….’

Lamein began to recite the Hippocratic Oath like a national anthem in her mind.

‘Yes. I’ve tried this much.’

It was to give herself absolution against the guilty conscience that might assail her later.

Cedric, who had been watching her closely, narrowed his eyes ever so slightly.

‘What on earth is she thinking?’

The expression of his wife changes in real time.

The act of catching her wrist was more deliberate than reflexive.

He wanted to show his wife that he was fine.

But his wife lying on the soft bed beneath him seemed a bit more flustered than he thought, and a slight mischievousness was triggered.

However.

The rosy glow in her cheeks.

The plump and red lips that looked moist enough to touch.

The sweet body fragrance spreading from her embrace.

All of her things were hanging the thread of reason at the fingertips.

If he let go even slightly, it would disappear.

If he can’t let go, it might snap.

Tensely stretched, precariously hanging.

When he was barely holding on to that single strand of reason.

“……But isn’t it too bright?”

Cedric slowly widened his eyes at the hesitant small voice.

“No……. I mean, why do we have to…… do this now when we don’t do anything at night?”

This doesn’t seem right.

“Why…… now, when you’re ill?”

You’ll end up dead like that.

The wife, with that look in her eyes, blinks slowly.

A faint smile spread at the corner of Cedric’s eyes, who had been watching her closely.

An involuntary, natural laughter.

‘I feel like I’m getting happier.’

The day he unintentionally revealed his feelings while looking at her.

He couldn’t sleep for a long while, eyes closed.

He knows the truth she hides.

But he didn’t ask anything.

He doesn’t know what she wants to protect, but he can’t live her life for her.

……He will let it flow as it flows.

However, he has vowed to protect her until she leaves his side.

He has vowed to look only at that one thing.

“I think I misunderstood.”

Like the wind that flowed without a hint or sound.

……The heart flows.

Before the breath cuts off.

Before the light of my world disappears.

The desperate light in your eyes that I encountered on the cruel battlefield.

“What……what is it?”

Now I want to plant it above my eyes and become the light of your world.
“I can’t let go.”

What my words mean to you.

Even if you don’t understand.

Just the fact that you are within reach.

…It was good enough.

A heart that has pooled, drop by drop, like falling raindrops.

I’ve been waiting for it to seep in and disappear.

“No. I’ve decided not to do that.”

Eventually, it bursts after being packed layer upon layer.

The only thought that crossed my mind when I saw her in front of the flying arrow.

The one thought that I must protect her.

Relief rushed in without feeling any pain in the voice coming from within my embrace.

…I have someone to protect.

No. I have someone who I can’t bear to not protect.

“Phew…”

A deep smile spread on Cedric’s lips as his chest heaved with the breath he’d been holding.

Her clear eyes trembled faintly at that moment.

“A…Ah, no. But now… Anyway…”

Her face reddened with confusion as he narrowed one eye slowly.

“What do you think I’m going to do?”

“……Yes?”

“I’m just curious what you’re expecting.”