“What, do you want me to do?”
Soo-young asked with a bewildered expression.
“Wash my hair. Yesterday Ji-hyun did it, but it wasn’t refreshing enough.”
Soo-young was momentarily led to believe that washing the house owner’s hair was a natural part of a housekeeper’s duties, given his forthright manner of speaking. However, washing hair is clearly a different task from regular housekeeping.
“Why? Can’t you do it? Then I guess I’ll just wash it myself.”
Woo-jin got up from the sofa, not forgetting to add a remark about his injury.
“The doctor said the wound might fester if it gets wet… Well, if it festers and needs to be amputated, so be it.”
Soo-young’s face turned pale at his words.
“What, amputate what?”
“My fingers. If I get tetanus or something, there’s no choice but to amputate. It can’t be helped.”
As Woo-jin’s back, with his protruding shoulder blades, almost disappeared into his room, Soo-young called out.
“Wait!”
The door, which was about to close, opened again, revealing his characteristic amber eyes slightly curved.
“Why?”
“Okay, okay. I’ll wash your hair. You shouldn’t have injured your hand…”
Her casual remark about ‘just hair’ slightly furrowed Woo-jin’s brow, but he ignored it and went into his room.
Following Woo-jin into the room, Soo-young looked around as if seeing it for the first time and followed him.
But as soon as she stepped into the bathroom, she came to an abrupt halt.
Woo-jin was unabashedly taking off his top in front of the bathtub.
“Why, why are you undressing?”
Soo-young shouted, but her rising laughter betrayed her annoyance.
“Should I get all wet while washing my hair? Why? Do you like it too much?”
“No way! When did I ever say I liked it…!”
“You are laughing, aren’t you?”
“I’m not laughing!”
“Your voice gives it away. When you’re angry, when you’re happy, when you’re indifferent.”
The fact that he could differentiate that was more impressive, but she was also curious. How could he tell?
“How can you tell?”
“The muscles around your mouth change. When you’re angry, your mouth muscles go down, so your voice drops too, and when you smile, the corners of your mouth go up, so the tone of your voice rises. It’s not just about shouting to express anger. Remember that.”
“What should I remember?”
“When you read books. Especially when you’re voicing the female protagonist. Make sure to read differently when she’s really angry and when she’s just pretending to be angry.”
“I’m not a professional reader. Why should I pay so much attention to…”
“You have a talent.”
“Really?”
“Really. Your voice is nice. It calms people down. That’s why I get sleepy listening to it.”
“Sleepy? Is that good?”
“Depends on when you listen. I listen at night, so it’s good for me. It cured my insomnia.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Wow!”
Soo-young genuinely admired this. It was the first time she felt so useful. Being with Seol Woo-jin, she always felt like her value was increasing.
He was a man who could boost a woman’s self-esteem.
As Soo-young remained silent, Woo-jin asked, holding the towel in both hands.
“Are you going to wash it or not?”
“Oh, I will. But how do I do it?”
“I’ll lie down in the bathtub.”
“Okay.”
“You too, take it off.”
“What?”
For a moment, Soo-young thought she had heard wrong. Take it off?
“It will all get wet, right? So take it off. Don’t go looking for a laundry again like last time.”
“Are you crazy? Why would I undress in front of Seol Woo-jin?”
“I can’t see anyway, so it doesn’t matter to me.”
“Soo-young, I think you don’t realize this, but it always seems like you see everything. Whenever I move, it feels like your gaze follows me.”
“It’s the light moving.”
“The light moves?”
“Yeah. I can distinguish between light and darkness.”
Soo-young couldn’t quite grasp what it meant to differentiate between light and darkness. So, to what extent could he see?
Woo-jin bent over in front of the bathtub. Seeing his spine protruding distinctly, Soo-young swallowed hard. Thinking she should at least take off her socks, she began doing so, and Woo-jin’s gaze seemed to follow her feet.
“I’m not undressing. Just taking off my socks.”
“Who said anything?”
“Just to avoid any misunderstanding in case you touch me again.”
She said this, recalling the time he touched her to check if she had undressed. Unlike Soo-young, who turned red even saying this, Woo-jin quietly asked.
“Do you dislike it when I touch you?”
It was a strange question for a man to ask a woman. But given his situation, Soo-young answered calmly.
“You dislike when I touch you, Soo-young. I’m washing your hair because you asked me to, so please bear with it even if you dislike it.”
Soo-young adjusted the shower to mix hot and cold water properly. Amidst the sound of the water, Woo-jin murmured something.
“…don’t.”
“What? What did you say?”
Soo-young turned off the shower and asked again.
“…I don’t dislike it. When you touch me.”
Woo-jin’s eyes, as he said this, were accurately directed towards her.
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
