Since Hadal’s room had no small dining table to eat breakfast on, we had no choice but to eat from the cart.

The breakfast consisted of a savory corn soup, grilled vegetables, bread, and a bit of fruit.

‘Yay, fruit!’

I wondered where they sourced fruit from, considering only a birch forest surrounded the area.

‘Crunchy. Sweet.’

Both the apples and grapes were delicious, and I was completely enchanted by their natural sweetness. I smiled happily.

‘Wait! I shouldn’t be enjoying this so much!’

Remembering Hadal’s words about fattening me up to skin me, I looked over at him with just my eyes.

Resting his chin on his hand, Hadal pushed a small plate of corn soup towards me.

“Try this too.”

“……뀨.”

Resisting was hard with such tempting food. Cautiously, I approached the small plate and soon buried my face in the soup.

Puffed up with a full belly, I tapped it thoughtfully.

‘I need to eat moderately, no matter how hungry I am…’

The food was too delicious to refuse.

If only it had ended there!

Hadal, from time to time, would make remarks like,

“He doesn’t seem to be gaining weight.”

“When will it grow?”

“Do stoats usually have trouble putting on weight?”

I was terrified each time.

‘Why is he so obsessed with fattening me up?!’

It couldn’t be that he found the food going into my stomach wasteful and was trying to fatten me up quickly, could it?

‘But giving me just a month to put on weight? It’s too much to ask every morning and evening!’

His constant remarks made even drinking water feel like a chore.

‘I need to escape before he decides to skin me!’

And then, as I resolved to flee,

“Today, we have pound cake.”

Another dish ensnared me.

In the end, holding the pound cake with both paws and eagerly eating, I resolved,

‘…I’ll postpone my escape until tomorrow.’

And so, one day turned into two, and two into three.

Aside from Hadal’s unnerving obsession with my belly, my life satisfaction was higher than ever.

Delicious food, a safe dwelling.

But what made me happiest was the warm bed.

‘Ah, so warm.’

I was always freezing in the forest, but here, it was always warm, thanks to Hadal’s heat.

‘Lately, I haven’t had any nightmares.’

Since becoming a stoat, I had been plagued by strange dreams that faded upon waking. But now, in this comfortable bed, those dreams were gone.

“뀨우…….”

Ah, this feels wonderful.

It made sense that the warmth drove away bad dreams.

‘I don’t want to get up.’

Though awake, I luxuriously lingered in bed, not wanting to open my eyes.

However, I couldn’t resist the feeling that something was different today.

‘Huh? Today, it feels even smoother and warmer…’

And something seemed to be holding me tightly, preventing any movement.

‘What? And why is it so dark even though my eyes are open?’

Then it dawned on me…

“Are you awake?”

“뀨?!”

Hadal’s voice, usually deep and resonant, sounded even more profound today, echoing as if in a cave.

Yes, that makes sense.

I wasn’t hearing his voice through my ears, but rather through his skin.

More precisely, I was stuck right against his bare chest, where the sound of his voice vibrated through his skin to me.

But what truly shocked me wasn’t his voice.
‘Why am I inside Hadal’s shirt!?’

The fact that I, having gone to bed clothed, am now sticking my head out from Hadal’s bare chest.

I had wriggled into the spacious shirt he uses as pajamas!

‘Then, is what I’m feeling right now Hadal’s bare skin?’

As warm as it is, this is an outrageous situation.

‘I need to get out of here!’

Panicking, I wriggled and scrambled to find the light, but couldn’t locate the exit.

‘Is this the way?’

Hadal, if you’re awake, help me. I can’t even tell which way is up or down right now.

Lying down, Hadal and I should be facing each other with my head resting on his chest and sticking to his abdomen, but strangely, I was wrapped around his waist like a belt. Only after fumbling through the shirt did I manage to poke my head out.

‘Phew, that was close.’

Of course, I was blushing. Honestly, being stuck to his bare skin like a spider was very pleasant. His skin was warm and his stomach so firm. It felt like lying on a stone bed…

“뀨?”

“Whoa.”

“Wait, why is a stoat there…”

What situation is this?

I definitely remember thinking his stony, warm embrace was comforting as I poked my head out of the shirt.

Suddenly, numerous eyes were fixated on me. Shocked, I froze, unable to retreat.

‘Why are so many people sitting here? Where am I?’

Looking around, I realized the room was different from Hadal’s bedroom. A mahogany desk was piled with numerous documents.

‘Documents? An office?’

But I clearly fell asleep in the bedroom, so why am I in the office, inside Hadal’s shirt?

“뀨뀨?”

As I made noise, Hadal, as usual, pressed my head with his finger. But this time…

‘He’s wearing gloves?’

Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.

The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…

Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.

Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.

The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”

When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…

The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced