“I don’t suddenly think about it; I think about it every time I see you.”
As they walked hand in hand without much thought, they found themselves in front of Jiho’s car. Hye-yoon noticed that he was navigating through the neatly parked cars, wondering if there was something he wanted to show or take.
The footsteps, which had been following him closely, suddenly stopped. It happened when they reached a space between the cars on both sides, where Jiho’s steps paused and he turned back towards her. It was an instant happening, and Hye-yoon almost bumped her forehead into his chest.
“Huh? Is there something you want to take?”
The eyes looking down at Hye-yoon from about a foot away were warm. Instead of answering, Jiho carefully examined Hye-yoon.
The winter sunlight, descending along the raised forehead, created a gentle glow on curious pupils. Everything, from the petite face to the well-gathered nose and lips, seemed to be delicately arranged.
Because what is seen last tends to linger longer.
He pursed his lips, which he had moistened, with the tip of his tongue. The eyes that were looking at Hye-yoon soon widened their view. Tilted his head lightly, glancing behind Hye-yoon, she turned her head as well.
There was nothing behind. Unknown actions, unanswered responses. Frustration slipped through Hye-yoon’s lips.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Still, I wanted to give you the feeling that I noticed. It’s my job, after all.”
“Huh?”
“Who cares about this kind of thing?”
In a smiling face, there was a lingering prank, and unquestionable affection. Eventually, the chief of curiosity’s eyebrows wrinkled slightly.
“What are you talking about again?”
“I don’t know?”
Jiho mimicked all of her actions exactly. He concentrated for a moment with a furrowed brow, tilting his head. When Hye-yoon was about to gather her senses again, Jiho’s gaze changed in an instant.
A gaze that became intense above his straightened head. Without any chance for surprise in that tremendous gap, Jiho pulled her wrist.
“Oops…”
Wrapped in his arms, he guided her towards his car. And Jiho directly showed the reason why he came to this place, which had been a source of curiosity for Hye-yoon.
As her back pressed against the car’s exterior, their lips met. Winter winds played with their hair as warm breaths exchanged beneath the intertwining lips. The moment their lips touched, Hye-yoon, surprised, tried to push him away, but that was it.
Jiho rolled her lips like candy. Each touch was so sweet, like someone regretful because it was too sweet. Soft and tender. Unconsciously, her small hand, which had been placed on his chest, tightly gripped the jacket of his school uniform inside the jumper.
The candy melted in the midday sun would make a thick sound every time it was licked. Just like now. Emotions melted from the beginning, leaving only a thin thread of reason.
Step by step, the footsteps approached. Hye-yoon let go of the jacket she was holding, pushing him away with force.
However, instead of the body separating, there was a strong force in the hand wrapped around the waist. The more tightly pressed bodies left no room for gaps. The lips on top of the body also stuck more deeply and stickily.
The growing footsteps abruptly stopped and then diminished again. Watching, surprised, stopping, and turning back. Unfamiliar moments of a stranger flashed in Hye-yoon’s mind. When the nervous heart could be felt in the breath, Jiho finally released the lips he had been biting.
“Ha… ”
Resentment flickered in the distant eyes, which hadn’t yet completely recovered from excitement. When the unease tried to seep out through the red swollen lips, the tip of the nose, which was about to retreat, touched again. Jiho sucked in Hye-yoon’s lips. As if trying to take away even a little anxiety with that peculiar play.
A voice befitting the strange prank reproached her.
“I can’t focus. What’s so scary?”
The tone of not caring about anything wasn’t just a joke. If the other person showed such strong conviction in this relationship, fear could easily disappear.
Hye-yoon raised the hand that had been on Jiho’s chest. The lip balm, crumpled and sticking, looked provocative. As her thumb gently grazed his lips, the voice that sounded like pulling a child’s ear was quite convincing.
“We’re in trouble, Jiho. You always think about doing this.”
“Hehe. Look at your tone.”
Beneath the cautiously moving hand, Jiho’s lips twisted amusingly. The hand was so careful yet playfully exaggerating, making it even more endearing.
“Why? Why are you back again? Our car is over there.”
“No.”
“What do you mean, no? You know it’s right.”
While the eavesdroppers enjoyed a good laugh, those who actually witnessed the scene looked anxious. He gestured towards another staff member coming from behind, carrying a heavy piece of equipment.
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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