…What on earth?
Cedric’s face deepened in bewilderment.
“We have to. We are us.”
The woman on him kept insisting on doing something.
“Lamein, wait. Calm down…”
Just as he was trying to calm the woman wriggling on top of him.
Lamein propped herself up on the bed next to Cedric’s ribs.
And slowly raised her body that had been tightly pressed against him.
At the same time, she quickly lifted her face that had been resting on his chest.
For a moment, her glowing blonde hair fluttered in front of his eyes.
‘Is she going to get off now?’
At that moment, when he was holding his breath, neither swallowing nor spitting out the breath he had taken in.
“…!”
She wasn’t coming down, she was coming up towards his face in the same position.
“La, Lamein!!”
With each movement, an odd contact between them was made and broken, and a heat began to build up in his body.
‘This is dangerous!’
Although he didn’t think it was honestly dangerous, a red alarm was ringing in his head.
“Lamein! What are you doing!!”
At his yelling, Lamein’s shoulders jolted heavily.
She, who momentarily stopped moving, was tightly closing her eyes.
“Get off me right now!”
He tried to sound more stern without pushing her off.
Her eyes, which were tightly closed, slowly opened with a slight tremble.
The exposed violet pupils were moist and trembling.
‘What is it? What’s with this look?’
He couldn’t tell how many times she had changed her gaze since she entered the room.
‘I shouldn’t have made her drink wine.’
He began to blame himself, who had bragged about the topgrade wine, not her.
“Cedric. Do you hate me that much?”
She asked, her eyes trembling, as if she was about to cry.
“Do you hate seeing me so much?”
He blankly stared at her, who layered a tremor over her miserable voice.
“No… Lamein. That’s not the point.”
“But why are you always screaming so terrifyingly?”
She spat out resentful words with a resentful gaze.
A man should never use force against a woman, no matter what the situation.
That was his principle.
‘Should I just push her away?’
His patience was gradually reaching its limit.
He forcibly suppressed his impulse.
“Lamein. That’s not what I mean.”
He decided to change his approach and try to soothe her.
“Is that so?”
Lamein looked at him as if checking his reaction, her eyes revealing more white.
“So, we’re not familiar with each other in this position, are we?”
“You’re not because you dislike me… right?”
“Of course not.”
“Really?”
He decided to refrain from saying that he might really start disliking her if she continued like this.
“So, Lamein. So now from on top of me…”
It was when he was about to ask her to get off.
“I’m glad.”
Along with her ticklish voice brushing past his ear.
A meltingly beautiful smile bloomed before his eyes.
Suddenly, his vision brightened as if a star had dropped in front of him.
As if all the world had stopped for a moment.
Like a world where he could hear no sound or feel any sensation.
Only her brightly smiling face was visible in the world where everything had been cut off.
‘What is this sensation?’
A memory, which he could neither see nor recall, surrounded by a foggy haze, flitted by.
‘And why am I…’
For a moment, a heat burst inside him as if someone had set off a bomb.
Cedric, startled by the unfamiliar sensation, opened his eyes wide.
At that moment.
Her lips, bearing a calm smile, moved slowly.
“I’m really glad.”
With the second whisper.
“…!”
Lamein’s head fell deeply.
The overlapping of their lips was instantaneous.
Cedric’s blue eyes trembled violently at the warm touch enveloping his heatfilled lips.
Their perfectly intertwined bodies.
Her soft lips cautiously closing in.
And the warm breath flowing down her neck.
A space where the wind does not blow.
It felt as if a flowing wind from somewhere was tickling his whole body.
Something he had never expected.
His body was frozen still in the utterly embarrassing situation.
The heart within him was racing like it was running at full speed.
It was not a kiss gasping with desire.
Nor was it a desperate kiss begging for attention.
Like a light and pleasant drizzle under the midsummer’s clear sky, it was a gentle kiss.
However.
“La…Lamein!”
The situation was not one where he could discern if it was a good kiss or a bad one.
Cedric struggled with his body that now felt like it was burning intensely.
“St… Stop!”
He managed to break their lips apart while moving his chin back and forth, but she persistently pursued his lips.
Excessive movement inevitably led to a more intense contact.
This was now the limit.
“Lamein!”
He strongly called her name and tightly grabbed her shoulders with both hands.
This was a legitimate defense.
He decided that this was a situation where he had no choice but to use force and put strength into his eyes.
He extended his arms to push her body away.
‘Huh? This isn’t right.’
Suddenly her body floated in the air.
Damn. He failed to control his strength.
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
*
After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
