As it turns out, he climbed the mountain effortlessly. If not, he seemed like he wouldn’t listen and would chase after her if she stayed still. In fact, she didn’t have much trust. If words hang in the nose, are they a nose ring? If they hang in the ear, are they an earring?
Having turned on the boiler and lying down on the warm floor, Eunchae, while peeling tangerine peels, nodded in realization.
“You can do whatever you want.”
“Whatever? Eunchae?” She looked up as if asking what she would say next, holding the peeled tangerine in her hand.
“Don’t be with another man.”
Well, that’s right. She built up the narrative to make such an unreasonable demand. Eunchae said firmly, emitting a snort.
“Wooseok is a friend.”
“Yes. I believe you.”
With that, Eunchae put a tangerine in her mouth and chewed thoughtfully. She looked at him as if asking why he believed her but didn’t want them to be together.
“But that man doesn’t believe. Okay?”
Eunchae felt a slight pang of conscience. Although it was a short fling, Wooseok had actually liked her. Anyway, he was a man who was sensitive.
“If you blink for a moment, the flies get tangled up.” Flies, huh. Even though he was different from Kijoo, Wooseok had a handsome face.
“Do you want me to cover my face and walk around?”
Eunchae was astonished at those words. Who is it that needs to hide their face so much? Every time Kijoo came to school, the atmosphere in the department changed. There were a couple of times when someone from another department showed interest.
Thinking about it, she suddenly felt a bit bitter.
In fact, Eunchae had never received a common confession, traveling with bodyguards 365 days a year. Everything was Wooseok’s first. Holding hands, kissing, spending the night.
Eunchae breathed out and looked at him. It was because of a complication called Han Seungyoon that she couldn’t properly judge anything.
If placed in the opposite situation, Eunchae had no confidence to endure like Kijoo. She became suddenly uneasy and sat up, saying,
“Then don’t do that, Kijoo.”
He raised his eyebrows as if asking what he meant.
“Don’t say you’ll be with another woman or something like that. Let’s not do either of us fairly.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever worried about that in that direction.”
“I don’t know. We might have met during the blank period.”
It was a forced attempt. Kijoo tilted his head and frowned.
“Are you worrying about it already?”
“I… haven’t given my heart.”
“……”
“When I stayed at the hotel with Han Seungyoon… there was nothing.”
Definite resistance appeared in Kijoo’s lowered eyes. Eunchae thought she had spoken wrong and hurriedly added words of recovery.
“Nothing really happened. Really. There were… two rooms.”
“……I see.”
“Yes. That’s right.”
He turned his gaze to his phone. With an ordinary face, he clicked on something.
Huh, I endured it for ten years. Eunchae thought secretly and swept her chest.
Is it nothing for a man?
Eunchae, looking at Kijoo, who had quietly closed his eyes in the dark room, suddenly wondered. It was always him who pressed his body against hers passionately. Yet, she was always the one unable to withstand the inexplicable heat.
Even though they were sharing a poorly soundproofed room in the rural area… Even so casually, she felt her pride being subtly hurt. Clutching the blanket, Eunchae lay down next to him, appreciating his side profile. It looked like a masterpiece left by a perfectionist sculptor.
“Don’t pretend to sleep.”
Startled by his murmured words, which she thought were asleep, Eunchae stiffened. Fortunately, it was dark. Otherwise, her face would have turned red instantly.
“When did I?”
“Even now.”
Unable to properly refute, Eunchae adjusted her posture. The sound of the blanket rustling could be heard. This time, she keenly felt him lying next to her, looking.
“Can’t you sleep?”
Her body twitched at his question, to which Eunchae obediently nodded her head. He reached out with his long arms and covered her face with his large hands.
“I’m a bit tired.”
“…….”
“Can’t I sleep?”
When his voice was lower than usual, Eunchae’s heart raced as if it would burst. Although she nodded her head vigorously, saying she understood and that he could go to sleep now, it was a lie.
She was in trouble.
Lately, she had learned a lot about herself. For example, the fact that she could develop affection even in a short period.
While exchanging the last greetings with Seol Wooseok, who had finished preparing to return home, Eunchae had such thoughts. And she also learned that she was secretly a person who could subtly develop affection.
Seeing him looking at the distant mountain in front of the house, Eunchae felt a slightly uneasy feeling. She approached him as if he was breathing on the nape of her neck.
Whether he didn’t sense her presence or pretended not to.
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
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Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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