“Let’s go inside and talk for now. It’s cold out here.”
“…….”
Ji Ho grasped the doorknob. He offered his usual warmth, no longer surprising her. But this time, Hye Yoon acted strangely. She also held onto the doorknob on the opposite side and didn’t let go.
“Why?”
“……See you on Monday. The day of filming.”
Hye Yoon’s smile, with all her strength poured into the hand gripping the doorknob, was unusually faint. Ji Ho peered behind the smile, trying to understand the hidden meaning in her feeble voice. It was difficult to bear when he realized her worry that the intentions behind the lack of strength in her voice might exacerbate her illness.
Then, it was only natural that strength flowed into his hand. After all, she was an ailing woman, and the act of gripping the doorknob was as light as embracing air.
“Oh…”
In an instant, Hye Yoon was pulled out through the wide-opened door. Ji Ho enveloped her as if he had been waiting for that small body. Their soft lips met, and it didn’t take long for Ji Ho to gently explore the heated interior of her mouth.
As the lips with distinctly different temperatures slowly met, Hye Yoon let out a surprised breath at that moment. Ji Ho’s hand still encircled her waist.
“Now that I’ve caught it too, we can stay together.”
However, the desire to have been sick was clearly melted into his gaze, causing Hye Yoon’s heart to pound violently. Her already flushed cheeks seemed like they would turn even redder. Hye Yoon turned her body around, unable to stop him from pushing into the room.
“Have you eaten and taken your medicine?”
“Yes.”
Ji Ho carefully surveyed Hye Yoon’s room. On the table were a laptop, scripts, sticky notes, a pen, and two books, all neatly arranged. There were also chocolates, candies, and snacks casually strewn about. And there were medicine packets that Ji Ho would have preferred not to see.
It felt like Ji Ho could see scenes from Hye Yoon’s time when they couldn’t get in touch. At first, Ji Ho’s head drooped as if blaming himself, but it quickly rose again. Sitting on the bed, he looked up at her with clear, sparkling eyes.
“Wasn’t it tomorrow that you were coming?”
“Yes… I… have a sore throat.”
Speaking with her barely audible voice was endearing, but it also tugged at his heartstrings even more. His hand gently squeezed Hye Yoon’s throat. With every glance and touch from Ji Ho, affection surged like waves.
“Stop talking and sleep. I’ll make you congee in the morning.”
“…Yes.”
“How about… staying together or going? Tell me which one is more comfortable for you.”
The hand resting on her throat moved like flowing water, brushing her wet hair. Hye Yoon rolled her eyes silently. She wanted to be together out of joy, but at the same time, she didn’t want to stay together for fear of catching the cold.
As the uncertainty in her faint brown eyes became apparent, a sly smile crept onto Ji Ho’s lips. Tilting his head slightly, he gazed affectionately into those eyes before rising to his feet. Before Hye Yoon could react with surprise, he quickly hid his laughter.
He wants to stay together, doesn’t he?
“Am I really going?”
His question, asked with such seriousness as if he were an actor, was quite convincing. Hye Yoon, whose thoughts were in turmoil, naturally didn’t catch onto his playful demeanor. Instead, she simply stared blankly, her anxiety pushing her to do nothing but that.
Unable to conceal his feelings, Ji Ho quietly bit his lip, which seemed to shine even brighter under the light in front of his genuine emotions.
And when he took a step, his small and slender hand gripped the edge of her sleeve. She quickly composed herself and turned around, but her eyes were filled with unjustified resentment.
Finally, the laughter she had been holding back burst forth.
“Yeah. I’ll just change my clothes and be right back.”
Nodding vigorously, he smiled a bit more broadly, as if the motion would make a sound. Hye Yoon, embarrassed by her exposed true feelings, pursed her lips like a fish.
Light seeped through her half-closed eyelids. Hye Yoon slowly opened and closed her slightly dazed eyes. After a few blinks, there was only one person standing right in the middle of her field of vision.
“You woke up early.”
Ji Ho sat leaning against the headboard of the bed without even turning on the TV. His clean face appeared to have finished washing. He blushed when he realized his face was hot, trying to pull the blanket up, but Ji Ho’s hand was quicker than that.
Ji Ho’s expression as he placed his hand on his slightly raised forehead didn’t seem very comfortable. When Hye Yoon’s eyes, just awakened, turned to him, he also lay down on his side. Their eye levels were now the same at this close distance.
“…What time is it now?”
In an awkward and embarrassed manner, Hye Yoon spoke first. Otherwise, it felt like Ji Ho would continue to stare. Just like now, making people melt.
Even the listener’s eyebrows twitched slightly at the painful voice.
“10 o’clock.”
“Wow… I slept a lot.”
“You need a good rest to get better soon.”
Ji Ho gently tucked Hye Yoon’s flowing hair behind her ear. In truth, he had watched her sleeping for quite a while. Hye Yoon had struggled to fall asleep, likely due to occasional coughing throughout the night. Her peaceful sleeping face was beautiful and heartwarming.
“I thought about going to buy some porridge. I was worried you’d be upset if you woke up and there was none.”
Hye Yoon, with her lips sealed, smiled softly. The morning she had faced alone at some point weighed heavily on his heart.
As they continued, the hand that had been gently caressing her small head came to a halt. With narrowed brows, it seemed like they were searching for the right words. The hand still felt warm on her head, but there was a subtle mix of playfulness and frustration in their tone.
“But, when I woke up this morning and thought about it… I felt a bit unfair.”
“What do you mean?”
“You decided when I wasn’t there. Without giving me a chance to look good.”
“Oh, come on, it’s not like that.”
Hye Yoon chuckled at his cute sulking. She actually wanted to say, “You couldn’t look any better.” But after hearing Ji Ho’s next words, she thought it was better that she didn’t say it.
“Pause for a moment and add today’s score. I know you’ll do well.”
Even though she had already scored 100 points. Still, with him saying he’ll do well, what girl could refuse?
“Huh?”
He asked so affectionately.
“…Okay.”
In response to his shy approval, Ji Ho nodded with satisfaction. His palm rested tenderly against Hye Yoon’s throat. The earlier laughter vanished, replaced by a quiet voice filled with nothing but simmering passion.
“Don’t strain your throat when you speak. Since I’m close, you can just whisper.”
“Yes.”
[Dash]
Then, suddenly, both of their gazes turned towards the door.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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