After a quick wash in the living room bathroom, So-young came to the kitchen with her hair still damp, wrapped in a towel. Surprisingly, Woo-jin had already set the table with plates and forks, waiting at the dining table.
His previously worn V-neck knit sweater revealed his straight, prominent collarbones. Was this another employee welfare initiative?
“Wow, how did you manage to set everything up?” So-young exclaimed, quickly averting her gaze to the table. But Woo-jin was staring intently at the pizza, his nose picking up her scent.
The familiar smell of soap mixed with her unique body odor, creating an unusual fragrance. It seemed like she really had taken a shower, which strangely made him feel tense. Sensing his thoughts, So-young quickly clarified.
“I just washed my hair quickly with soap.”
“No one asked you.”
He responded gruffly, almost as if he was caught off guard by his own thoughts. So-young, slightly annoyed, poured cola into his cup.
“There’s cola on your left, and the fork is on your right…”
“I set the table myself.”
“I’m just letting you know I poured the cola.”
“That’s all you needed to say.”
Watching Woo-jin continue to grumble, So-young sighed with patience. She thought his beautiful girlfriend must be really extraordinary.
“We should’ve eaten earlier. It’s probably cold and less tasty now.”
As she separated a piece of pizza onto his plate with a noticeable sound, she muttered.
“You’re the one who was being greedy.”
“I was suggesting you eat the side dishes your girlfriend made. It’s nice to eat freshly made food.”
Woo-jin paused mid-motion at her comment, his pumpkin-colored eyes turning toward her.
“Who?”
“Your girlfriend. I saw her.”
Woo-jin looked confused for a moment before frowning.
“That’s not my girlfriend. That’s my brother’s wife, my sister-in-law.”
“Sister-in-law?”
“Seol Ji-hyun’s wife.”
“She’s married?”
So-young exclaimed loudly, to which Woo-jin bit into his pizza and replied.
“Yeah. Didn’t you know?”
“Of course, I didn’t know. Wow, she’s married.”
As So-young muttered, lost in thought, Woo-jin sarcastically covered his mouth with his hand, still holding a piece of pizza.
“Disappointed?”
“Me? Why would I be disappointed that she’s married?”
“You sound disappointed.”
“I’m not.”
“Seol Ji-hyun is good-looking too, right? Not as much as me, but still.”
So-young responded as if she had been waiting to ask this question, something she had refrained from asking out of politeness before.
“Aren’t you too confident about your looks? Do you even know what you look like?”
“Of course.”
He remembered being notably handsome, even if the memory was fading. Just stepping out of the school gates used to draw cheers from the girls.
Seol Ji-hyun said his hair and eye color changed a bit since then, but the shape of his face remained the same, so he must still be good-looking.
Despite everyone consoling him for not suffering any facial burns, he sometimes wondered if it would have been better to have visible scars rather than losing his sight.
However, whenever he expressed such thoughts, Ji-hyun would scold him, asking if he knew how hard it was for those with burns.
While he chewed on the pizza with negative thoughts, So-young spoke up softly.
“Actually, I often get told I’m pretty too.”
Woo-jin’s eyebrows twisted slightly at her comment. As he continued to chew on his pizza, his expression unaffected, So-young cheerfully continued.
“You know, I read on YouTube that you can guess someone’s appearance by their voice. Does that work for you, Woo-jin? I have big eyes with double eyelids. My nose bridge is the standard height for Korean women, and my lips are small and plump. Kind of like cherry lips. So, can you imagine what I look like?” So-young asked.
“Are you trying to trick me because I can’t see?” Woo-jin responded dryly.
“I’m being totally objective and factual here!” So-young exclaimed in frustration.
“Seol Ji-hyun just said you were a young lady in her 20s. If you were as pretty as you claim, she wouldn’t have stayed quiet. She would have been very excited and over-explained.” Woo-jin retorted.
“Ugh.”
Suddenly, there was a noise as a chair was pushed back. Despite usually disliking such sounds, he didn’t mind when she made them.
Woo-jin flinched as he felt her presence right beside him.
“Let me hold your hand for a second.”
“Ah….”
Before Woo-jin could respond, So-young gently lifted his hand and guided it to something soft and warm. His hand was touching… her face.
“What… what is this?”
Even as he exclaimed, he didn’t pull his hand away. If it were someone else, he might have reacted as if touching a bug.
“Feel my face. Check if what I said is right.”
Realizing his hand was on her face, Woo-jin froze like a robot. So-young removed her hand from his, prompting him to explore.
“Here, I’ll let go of your hand, so just feel the outline. You’ll probably be shocked.”
Still, Woo-jin didn’t move a muscle.
So-young, thinking she might have been too forward, started to pull away. That’s when Woo-jin suddenly spoke up.
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
