While you did say you’d stay overnight, the thought of a woman sleeping over at a man’s house, where he’s alone, seemed unreasonable.
Didn’t she emphasize last time the risks she was taking to come over?
Listening to the sounds from the living room, it seems like she’s busy calling the laundry, but probably no laundry service will deliver today. It’s too late. I felt sorry for soaking the clothes.
It’s almost dinner time. I should feed her something. What should I order? Suddenly, the idea of making kimbap crossed my mind.
His kimbap was the star at the school festival. The incident where all the ingredients ran out in 15 minutes was talked about long after the festival.
But since the accident, I hadn’t wrapped kimbap even once… Do I even have the ingredients?
I cheekily asked her to make it, but as expected, she was a woman who had nothing to do with cooking. I even got the mart number from Ji-hyun and ordered kimbap ingredients.
It’s been a while since I’ve made it, a bit nervous, but luckily my hands remembered how to. It was a great way to pass the time and avoid awkwardness.
She was staring so intently that I asked her to slice the kimbap, doubting if she could do it well.
As expected. The woman who kept her distance from cooking couldn’t cut well. I’ve never eaten such thick kimbap before.
It was a bit bland since I didn’t season the rice, but it was edible.
“It’s delicious…”
Soo-yeong muttered in surprise.
“Really?”
It was thick and dry, but I was grateful she enjoyed it. But too proud to show my happiness, I responded nonchalantly.
“Have you made it before?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“In high school.”
“Could you see then?”
“Yes.”
“And this is your first time since?”
“Yes.”
“That company president is really smart. Remembering how to make it from back then… And the amount of rice is just right, not too much or too little… Are you usually good with your hands?”
“If I do something once, I can do it well.”
That was typical of Seol Woo-jin. Soo-yeong suddenly choked while eating the kimbap. Hearing her gulp down water, Woo-jin hesitantly asked.
“Do you want to drink wine?”
Woo-jin used to drink wine occasionally with Ji-hyun. They drank it as a complement to dinner or just when they had nothing to talk about.
Knowing that a little wine helped Woo-jin sleep, Ji-hyun always left quality wine at his place and sometimes shared a glass with him.
“Wine?”
Soo-yeong’s eyes widened. Somehow, wine seemed to suit Woo-jin.
“Have you tried it?”
“Of course not.”
“Do you want to try? With kimbap.”
It was odd to suggest wine, something a wolf inviting his girlfriend over would do. Even while saying it, Woo-jin felt a twinge of guilt but justified it, thinking it might be okay since he was blind.
“…Does wine make you drunk?”
Soo-yeong asked cautiously, and Woo-jin looked momentarily dumbfounded. Of course, it’s alcoholic, but does she think it’s not because it’s made from grapes?
“Just a little…”
Woo-jin stammered, not understanding why, and neither did Soo-yeong, but they both pretended not to notice.
“Where is it?”
“Probably in the cupboard? Ji-hyun left it, I don’t know. Look for it.”
Soo-yeong climbed up on a chair to rummage through the cupboard. The wine was indeed in a corner. Even on the chair, it was too far to reach.
“I can’t reach it…”
“Where is it?”
“Next to the fridge… in the cupboard… right at the top.”
Woo-jin slowly approached and reached out to where she pointed. As soon as his fingertips touched the wine bottle, he easily pulled it out.
“Are you up on the chair and still can’t reach?”
Soo-yeong was preparing a retort, anticipating a tease about her height, when unexpectedly Woo-jin extended his hand to her.
“Grab my hand and come down carefully. You might get hurt.”
“What? Oh, okay…”
Soo-yeong cautiously took his hand and stepped down from the chair. This man, didn’t he dislike being touched? He seems unusually kind today. Is he covering up his embarrassment with kindness?
Kimbap and wine surprisingly went well together. The man, who said he’d eat only one roll, seemed to be enjoying the kimbap non-stop as a snack.
Soo-yeong subtly placed more kimbap for him, and he finished it all without noticing.
“What do you usually do in your room?”
Soo-yeong, a bit drowsy from the alcohol, asked him.
“I write.”
The man, who she thought wouldn’t answer, surprisingly replied smoothly. He too seemed slightly tipsy from the alcohol. After all, almost the entire bottle of wine they intended to drink a little of was gone.
“What do you write about?”
“Just… various things…”
“Are you… a writer?”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“You’ve been fooled all this time…”
“What books have you written? Have I read any?”
But he didn’t answer this question. Soo-yeong asked again.
“Just tell me the title of one book.”
“I don’t want to.”
He didn’t like it whether she had read his books or not. The characters in the books weren’t Seol Woo-jin. They were scenes and lives he dreamed of.
He didn’t want to share it with others and realize that it was just a dream.
“Ah, not famous then?”
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
