Between the sharply lifted chin and the shoulders.
In that gap, a man with his head deeply tilted back swallowed the fair white skin in one breath.
The sensation of pulling and drawing the tender flesh as if inhaling soft meat made Lamein’s shoulders tremble oddly.
It felt like an illusion of being bitten by a vampire, extracting essence.
As if trying to leave his mark,
Persistent movements following instincts poured in an uncanny sensation at a moment.
In an instant, everything before her eyes turned pure white.
“…Cedric!”
She pushed his chest with both hands with a voice barely audible.
She pushed with all her strength, but the sturdy man’s body stubbornly guarding his front did not yield.
Instead.
Chuuk.
Once again, a wet sound resonated as if echoing under her ear.
The man, who had detached his lips, gently raised his tilted upper body.
The accumulated heat in his revealed blue eyes at that moment perplexed Lamein.
“W-Why are you doing this suddenly?”
With a voice barely uttered, the warm breath from her husband’s sudden actions flowed visibly.
Why is he so excited?
No. It’s not excitement; it’s more like a feeling of being unable to control anger.
“Did something happen?”
Lamein, who barely took a step backward, widened her eyes.
What happened while she was absent-minded? She quickly returned her out-of-place mind to its place.
“Nothing happened.”
A voice that seemed to flow to the ground.
“But why all of a sudden like this?”
Lamein, still shaken, covered her throat with her hands, where the lingering feeling of her husband’s abrupt actions remained.
“Well, you only make me confused like this when I see you.”
…Confused?
“Do you happen to know why I’m like this?”
Lamein, who was staring blankly, pressed her lips and asked.
Anger. Resentment. And a bit of confusion.
Reading various emotions from the eyes in front of her, Lamein slowly moved her lips.
“…Does it hurt?”
Wha…what?
Cedric rubbed his eyes with a decisive expression.
“It hurts!”
Right! Exactly!
His wife, who approached in a hurry, stretched her hand to his forehead.
“You seem to have a bit of a fever! Your lips feel hot too! Why is suddenly there a fever?”
Lamein, with already large eyes, widened them even more.
You! You! You! You!!
Because of you, I got a fever!
The words that the man couldn’t spit out were swallowed, and he let out a short sigh.
“It seems like a simple stroll won’t do!”
Cedric, looking at his wife, who was trying to confine herself to the room again, widened his eyes.
“I’m not sick!”
Do not let her open the door to hell that is about to open before your eyes.
“No, but… I have a fever.”
“Not sick!”
If it doesn’t hurt, it doesn’t hurt.
…Are you going to be serious about this?
“…Well, fortunately.”
Cedric, looking at Lamein who murmured with a doubtful look, let out a short sigh.
The lingering feeling was involuntarily exhaled with a breath like any other day.
However, just up to that point.
His expression revealed no hesitation or any realization about his current confusing emotions.
It would be better if she catches on, at least.
“Let’s stop here.”
Before her mood becomes even more confused due to the seemingly futile wind, he decided to step away from her.
“Yes. Sure.”
She, still with a gaze that doesn’t abandon suspicion, softly replied and followed Cedric.
“Hoo.”
Returning to the room, Cedric let out a deep sigh and touched his neck with his hand.
‘…Does it hurt? It hurts!’
When he recalled her, who opened her eyes wide and touched his forehead with her hand, a bitter smile broke out.
Taking his hand off his forehead, Cedric straightened his upper body.
Then, he took a deep breath as if his chest was throbbing.
“But I got too excited….”
He grimaced, remorseful for his earlier actions.
The relief he felt when he saw her getting off the carriage.
‘On my way to the Marquis of Haribo’s mansion.’
The moment he heard her words, everything sank to the ground as if extinguished.
For the purpose of conveying thanks.
Even though he clearly heard the purpose of meeting him, an indescribable discomfort completely swallowed him.
Nothing was visible.
The possessiveness that spread like a wildfire at that moment toward her.
Whenever he looked at Lamein, this emotion spreading like hazy fog, he didn’t know what it was.
But now, he might know.
That emotion is probably…
“You seem to be jealous.”
“Surprise!”
At the sudden voice of Roberto, Cedric’s broad shoulders flinched.
When he turned his head quickly.
“It’s definite jealousy.”
Roberto, standing in front of the door, had a pleased expression.
“Uh… When did you come in?”
“As soon as the master came in.”
Is that so? Why didn’t I know?
Cedric slowly smoothed out the furrowed eyes. And.
“Jealousy? Roberto, what do you know to say such a thing?”
He looked at Roberto with eyes full of suspicion.
“I’m sorry, but I saw what happened in the garden a little while ago.”
“You were there too?”
“Yes.”
It seemed like he saw them entering. What, is he a transparent person?
Male lead Asks for a Divorce Every Day
It’s not often you come across a plot like this in the female-dominant genre — make sure to check it out!
This is a novel I’m planning to reread as well.
The male lead is strong, skilled in martial arts, and not the usual fragile type you often see in matriarchal novels.
Meanwhile, the female lead is a scientist—rational and logical. Even when she falls for the male lead, she doesn’t let her emotions cloud her decisions.
If you push through the first few chapters, you’ll gradually find the story really intriguing.
It has a mix of mystery, detective elements, and romance.
The author’s writing style is like crafting a puzzle—except they deliberately leave out a few pieces, making it hard to predict what happens next, yet keeping you hooked.
In the end, everything will come together and be explained.
One-sentence summary: Wife, stop playing with beakers and look at me!
In a laboratory accident, research scientist Zhu Wansheng accidentally travels to a matriarchal world. The original owner of the body is an eighteen-year-old only daughter of a wealthy rouge merchant, already married with a handsome young man.
Zhu Wansheng grins: Nice! She always said she was heaven’s favorite granddaughter. After a life of toil in her previous life, she can enjoy blessings in this one.
However, her joy lasts no more than three seconds as bad news arrives: the original owner’s family is about to go bankrupt, and her husband wants a divorce.
Even worse, she’s stuck with a research system full of restrictions.
Zhu Wansheng: ? Is this the destiny of a research dog?
——
Faced with this mess, Zhu Wansheng pours herself a bowl of wine to drown her sorrows. In her drunken haze, her husband arrives.
His figure is imposing, holding a long sword, with a dignified air that captivates Zhu Wansheng.
Gu Yingqing, however, looks at the alcohol-reeking Zhu Wansheng with undisguised disgust and coldly asks, “Divorce or not?” The intoxicated Zhu Wansheng mumbles vaguely, “I think… it’s not… it’s not… impossible!”
——
The next day, after sobering up, Zhu Wansheng is full of energy, rolling up her sleeves ready to make a big move. As for yesterday? She has no memory of it.
Zhu Wansheng is ambitious; a research dog fears nothing!
Upgrading rouge, extracting fragrances, producing perfumes, researching lipsticks… all shall bow to the power of modern technology!
The original owner’s dying rouge shop is revitalized. Her mother is pleased and with a wave of her hand, passes on the family business to her. As she takes control and her experimental results gain popularity, it’s the pinnacle of her life…
——
But there are always those who can’t stand to see her doing well. Jealousy, scheming, assassination attempts – they want nothing less than her life.
The person who has always kept his distance from her suddenly holds her tightly in his arms, eyes full of concern.
She is unharmed, but he falls into a pool of blood…
Zhu Wansheng feels guilty, “I can grant you one wish.”
Gu Yingqing tentatively circles his arms around her, carefully resting his head in the crook of her neck, pleading softly, “I regret it. Can we not divorce?”
Zhu Wansheng: ? When did I agree to a divorce?
[Small Theater]
The newly developed rouge is beautifully packaged, and Zhu Wansheng is eager to try it.
Gu Yingqing suddenly appears: “My lady, may I apply it for you?”
Cool fingertips lightly brush her lips. His Adam’s apple bobs as he leans in for a light bite.
Zhu Wansheng: ?
Gu Yingqing: It smells so good, I wanted to taste it…
On a warm spring day, Zhu Wansheng tries a new perfume: “Spring Night.” Gu Yingqing corners her against a wall.
Warm breath lingers on her neck.
“My lady, from now on, may I test the fragrances for you?”
[Humorous female scientist vs scheming live-in son-in-law male lead]
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