Not entirely pleasant, but not dislikeable either.
The night that visited Kwon Kijoo was an oddly ambiguous reality.
Exceptionally patient in some aspects, she tended to lose restraint at the slightest provocation in others. Song Eunchae mostly fell into the latter category. Even quietly breathing and sleeping made her heart ache, so openly tempting him – what would that lead to?
As Eunchae emerged from the bathroom in a shower gown, Kijoo covered half of his face with one hand. He had intended to endure confidently, boldly stepping into the shy territory. However, seeing her exposed skin through the loosely divided gown left him defenseless.
Eunchae approached, spreading cream on her face. She sat beside him in the middle of the bed and glanced at him, hesitating as if measuring the right moment to try something.
Kijoo, who nearly kissed her forehead at the obvious thought, found his habits frightening.
Also habitually, as if impulsively, he laid back on the bed with closed eyes. A disappointed voice penetrated his ears.
“Already going to sleep?”
When Kijoo raised his head to look, Eunchae, who had been scratching her neck, lay down beside him. Rustling sounds of the quilt accompanied her as she leaned against the head of the bed diagonally.
“I can’t sleep.”
At Eunchae’s belated response, she raised her head to look at him. With a tight gaze like this, her black pupils trembled briefly, and her lips sank. Nothing happened.
Feeling a bit disappointed during the trip, Eunchae propped herself up. Honestly, even with just a shower gown, she thought he would easily yield.
“You don’t come over easily.”
“What did I do?”
Kijoo spoke with elongated eyes. Eunchae had no idea how to approach or what to do. Usually, he was the one leading in such situations.
“How can I get you to come over?”
“I don’t know.”
With a tilted head and a smile, Kijoo’s teasing expression made Eunchae burst into a bitter laugh.
“Are you the one trying to endure?”
“Partly because I want to.”
“If that’s the case, why did we make a bet? We’re going to lose anyway.”
“I never said I would lose.”
Ugh. Eunchae muttered under her breath and shifted her position. Kijoo looked at her with squinted eyes as she sat up, raising her legs.
“I’ll do it.”
“Do what?”
Kijoo’s eyes, asking that, lowered to Eunchae’s knees that were now in front of him. Eventually, his gaze, which had been supporting the bed floor, rose to Eunchae’s face. He stared at her approaching lips.
Tingle.
Eunchae, who kissed Kijoo’s cheek, lifted her head.
“It’s ticklish.”
With a light tone, she smiled brightly.
“Then I’ll tickle you more.”
Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke.
Eunchae kissed various parts of Kijoo’s face. Becoming bolder, she even pressed her lips to his neck. The protruding Adam’s apple throbbed noticeably up and down.
Feeling a clear response, Eunchae felt a sense of accomplishment and slightly parted her lips, inhaling as if sucking in the air.
Ah.
Kijoo let go of his mouth. It was a short, spontaneous voice, surprised and involuntarily escaping.
Eunchae placed her hand on his chest and repeated what she had been doing. She could feel the muscles twitching under her palm.
What makes the reaction more intense? Eunchae chuckled softly with her lips on his neck. Then, Kijoo, who had gently moved her aside by putting his hand in her armpit, looked at her with a somewhat embarrassed expression.
Furrowed eyebrows, partially narrowed eyes, tightly closed lips. Eunchae touched each one with her fingertips and asked teasingly.
“Is it still ticklish?”
At that moment, Eunchae’s body moved abruptly, sliding sideways under Kijoo.
“I receive messages well. If not, I’ll come find you.”
Kijoo clicked his tongue at the irritated remark.
Even in such a situation, his gaze seemed unstoppable. Startled and dazed, Eunchae chuckled. Kijoo, who brushed through her tilted eye with his thumb, leaned down his upper body.
As the shower gown slipped open on both sides, Eunchae closed her flushed eyes.
Why am I having a hard time when there’s already a loser in the bet?
As soon as she got up, Eunchae felt exhausted as if her whole body had been pounded. Surely, he was the loser in the bet. However, there was no need to show that he had lost all night.
Covering her upper body with the blanket, Eunchae murmured.
The peculiar air that lingered throughout the night was still warm. Jiwoo, who had gotten up first, opened the window for ventilation. Wearing only pants, he handed Eunchae a shirt placed on the table.
After putting on his shirt, Eunchae asked in a muffled voice.
“What time is it?”
“Eleven.”
Has it already been that long? With the hair tie on the bedside table, Eunchae tied up her disheveled hair.
“I’ll send you many pictures during the trip.”
She offered her own comfort. Since he had said to contact him, she thought he would be pleased, and Kijoo nodded slightly, confirming her right.
Feeling somewhat lonely leaving him like this, Eunchae suddenly asked.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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