Jaehun lightly lifted Lajin’s chin and locked eyes with her.
“I should ask for permission.”
His warm breath brushed against her red lips, and it seemed like he was suppressing a passion.
“Because of the first clause specified in the contract, I can’t get any closer.”
Their first clause: Physical contact would be agreed upon.
Even amidst the disturbed breaths from embarrassment, Jaehun, restraining his desires, sought my permission. It felt truly admirable.
If he looked into my eyes and expressions now, he would know there was no need to ask for permission.
It was the first time. The only person who accepted me as I am and respected my opinions was Jaehun.
In front of him, I could exist just as a person, not as the shadow of the deceased eldest daughter of Sahwalsikpum.
How could I not love him like this?
Lajin gently touched his shoulder and lifted her foot.
Thump. An odd friction sound echoed.
“Now that we’ve agreed, you can come closer.”
A youthful gleam filled his eyes.
As soon as her words finished, his lips deeply pursed in satisfaction as if absorbing the soft and warm feeling that had captivated his eyes all along.
This feeling, it was exactly this.
As the fragrance that always comforted him flowed strongly, his heart began to beat rapidly.
Jaehun untied Lajin’s hairband and ruffled her abundant hair.
As he pulled her closer, a sweet taste mingled in their breaths.
As Lajin’s body, pushed back by his force, touched the wall, Jaehun, sensing her difficulty in breathing, gently created a gap, then roughly disturbed it again.
As if a huge sun had risen above, her entire body seemed to melt away.
When Lajin’s legs momentarily weakened, Jaehun, still holding her, ascended the stairs.
“Mr. Jaehun, please put me down. It’s heavy.”
Even though her gaze was dimmed by the reddish Jeongyeom, Jaehun sighed as if bewildered.
“Are you serious?”
“Quickly. If we keep going like this, what if something happens?”
“Do I look that weak?”
“Not that, but…”
Though Jaehun was light years away from being weak, Lajin worried about whether it would be difficult for him to carry her up the stairs while holding her in both hands.
“I can easily carry both Lajins in my hands.”
“Don’t even think about it.”
Before Lajin could answer, Jaehun whispered discreetly.
“Need some help?”
The suggestive meaning of that teasing question was hard to miss.
Blushing, with eyes reddened by embarrassment, Jaehun, as if finding it amusing, deliberately embraced Lajin even tighter.
“Oops! Mr. Jaehun!”
Startled, Lajin tightly grasped his neck, and Jaehun smiled satisfactorily.
“Consider it permission.”
With a flirtatious whisper, Lajin realized once again: He’s undoubtedly the fox that bewitches people.
Contrary to the eager touch that lifted her up, Jaehun carefully placed her on the bed.
“Are you okay?”
As if about to pounce at any moment, the eyes requesting permission were so courteous.
This dual nature was incredibly charming.
While my heart throbbed, realizing there was someone who treated me preciously, Lajin felt profound happiness.
Such consideration was something she had never experienced before – neither this warm touch nor this gaze.
No matter how much time passed, she would never forget the sight of Jaehun looking down at her with such tender and earnest eyes.
But he probably wouldn’t.
By now, at the promised three-month mark, his matchmaking or marriage would have been solidified.
Like a brief summer shower, the short encounter with me was quickly forgotten, and he would soon meet a prominent woman from a reputable family, get married, and live well with children.
With such thoughts, my heart felt heavy.
Somehow, it felt like tears were about to fall. It made me wonder if people like me are destined to disappear someday.
Interpreting Lajin’s expression, Jaehun spoke with effort.
“If you don’t want to, I won’t do it. It’s okay.”
Contrary to his words, his gaze and expression didn’t look okay at all.
Feeling the discomfort, Lajin finally let out a light laugh.
Indeed, even in such moments, Jaehun, who made her laugh, was truly an amazing man.
She reached out and touched his cheek.
It was strange. A man known for his sharp and cold personality accepting my touch so gently.
And she was delighted. Even if only for this moment, she felt that she had become a special person to him.
“Why do you smile so beautifully?”
“Because I like it.”
“What.”
You probably don’t know. How precious you are to me.
When I was adopted, when I entered college, and now as a working adult, you’ve been such a huge comfort to me.
‘Thank you.’
Silently expressing gratitude, Lajin lowered his face slowly.
His lips, following suit, covered Lajin’s lips.
In the gap created by the warm breath, Lajin felt a faint shiver.
It didn’t make sense, but it felt like a gentle storm was surging.
Jaehun seemed to feel the same way. As Lajin’s hand touched his shirt button, a low groan emanated from his throat.
“Can I undo it?”
“Ha. Do you really have to ask?”
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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