Kijoo let out a quiet sigh. As if it were a signal, Eunchae reached out and unbuttoned his shirt under the bright light, revealing the burn marks on his upper body.
It wasn’t extremely severe, but the indescribable and cruel sight shocked Eunchae’s eyes. She urgently searched every part of his body—torn abs, sides, lower back. There was no untouched place, especially with the gunshot and self-inflicted wounds.
Tears welled up in Eunchae’s eyes at the thought of how much pain he must have endured, the kind of suffering considered among the greatest pains a human can feel. Amidst the agony, thinking about him being alone, her heart ached and burned.
“It’s disgusting. Stop looking,” he said, and Eunchae vehemently wiped away her tears.
“How much did it hurt… really…”
Unable to hold back, Eunchae finally cried aloud.
“Is there anywhere else that hurts? Hm?”
Even if he tried to hide it now, he would eventually have to show his bare body, and it would be revealed. Kijoo resignedly told her, “A bit on the thighs.”
Thick tears streamed down Eunchae’s face. This trace might not be as vivid as the gunshot or self-inflicted wounds, but it was unlikely to fade significantly.
One of the greatest pains a person can feel. Thinking about him in agony, Eunchae’s chest tightened, and she pushed him away in despair. It was futile. Instead of being pushed, Kijoo grabbed the back of her head.
“It doesn’t hurt, and I’m fine. Don’t cry.”
“I hurt just watching you.”
Kijoo turned off the light again, and Eunchae was once again lying down. His lips, which were on her neck, moved.
“Don’t cry.”
Thump.
At that moment, Eunchae turned the light back on. Startled, Kijoo with wide eyes, Eunchae bit her lip and released it.
“Don’t hide it. Show me everything, one by one.”
Kijoo, who had been silently staring at Eunchae, finally spoke.
“Alright. I’ll show you everything.”
He smirked and went back to unbuttoning his pants perfectly.
“Look here.”
No, that wasn’t the intention. Flustered, Eunchae turned her gaze to the side.
“Don’t play around.”
“I’m not playing around.”
Kijoo pressed himself against Eunchae.
“Look. I’ll see too. I wanted to. All of it.”
His voice in her ear was suggestive. Transitioning into such an atmosphere was unfair, but Eunchae had no choice but to wrap her arms around his neck. Tears clinging to the corners of her eyes were wiped away by his thumb.
“Doesn’t it hurt, really?”
“Yeah.”
He lightly kissed Eunchae’s lips. Suppressing a moan, she closed her stinging eyes. Breathing became faster, and the bedroom filled with a warm energy like mist.
It was a beautiful morning. The sunlight peeking through the half-opened curtains gently touched the sleeping Eunchae. Without dreaming, she emitted a soft moan as she woke up deeply.
Her thin, dense eyelashes trembled, and eventually, she opened her eyes.
Having experienced things that were hard to put into words throughout the night, it was challenging for her to get up. Nevertheless, groaning, she managed to raise her upper body, and Kijoo approached, offering a cup of tea.
Eunchae’s gaze traveled from the teacup in Kijoo’s large hand to the smooth wristwatch and crisp shirt sleeve.
It was a perfect sight to start the day, seemingly not tired at all. It was a bit strange that he had never broken this image during all this time. Eunchae, who briefly stuck out her tongue, smiled as she took the teacup to her lips.
Anyway, smelling the rich black tea right after waking up is a delightful thing.
“When did you wake up, Kijoo?”
“Two hours ago.”
Raising her eyebrows, Eunchae placed the teacup back on the bedside table.
“I should’ve woken you up.”
While sipping the black tea, he touched Eunchae’s cheek with his finger.
“I went out and came back, and you were still asleep.”
“I get tired when I sleep with Kijoo.”
“Why?”
“…Physically, it’s inevitable.”
As if understanding now, he tilted his head and chuckled, sipping the tea again.
“Then, shouldn’t I be more tired?”
So, I wonder. Eunchae looked at Kijoo, who seemed to be in perfect condition, with her mouth still open, swallowing the words.
It looks pristine as if nothing happened, but this is a bit strange. Swathing herself tightly in the blanket for no reason, Eunchae said, “Did you eat breakfast?”
“No, I haven’t. Let’s eat together.”
Setting down the teacup, Kijoo asked, “Are you hungry?”
“It seems so.”
After hearing Eunchae’s answer, Kijoo brought her loungewear. Wearing clothes and going down to the dining room, Eunchae set the table, stopped Haman-daek from going out, and made her sit down. Sensibly, Kijoo got the utensils, and after a long time, they had a meal with Haman-daek.
Haman-daek looked pleased, watching the friendly couple. “Don’t you want to go back to the countryside?”
While eating the side dish, Eunchae looked up at Kijoo, then turned her gaze to Haman-daek.
“Don’t you need to go down for the comfort of Madam?”
“What are you saying? I’m happiest and most comfortable when working for you two. Honestly.”
Male lead is a Destined Young Husband (Female-dominant)
One-sentence summary: Wife-master, listen to my explanation!
Li Ruantang, a young lady from a prestigious family, stumbled and fell. When she woke up, she saw a noble and beautiful young man sitting by her bedside, wiping away tears.
The young master had slightly reddened eyes, and his every move exuded charm.
The sight made Li Ruantang’s eyes hot and her heart flutter. After all, she had made a bet with the young master Meng from the neighboring family. If she couldn’t marry a husband before the end of the year, she would have to admit defeat and give up the jade she had worked so hard to obtain.
Outside the window, the flowers were in full bloom.
Rather than losing the bet, the jade, and her face, Li Ruantang calculated that it would be better to seek marriage with the young master in front of her, killing three birds with one stone.
…
Meng Jun never thought that an accident during a spring outing would lead to them rolling down a cliff and into a river, yet still survive.
Now they were trapped in an unknown village, and Meng Jun had overheard that the family who had rescued them had their own intentions.
After all, it was Li Ruantang who had lost her mind and sought marriage first. He was only trying to protect himself!
Glancing at Li Ruantang, who was listing her own merits, the young husband’s voice softened, and he blushed as he lied, “W-wife-master, Wife-master, don’t you remember me?”
The young husband’s voice was clear and handsome, coaxing Li Ruantang’s heart to be soft and sweet, and she spared no effort to protect him.
It wasn’t until they returned to the capital that Li Ruantang suddenly remembered.
When they had fallen off the cliff, in order not to implicate Wei Yunruo, whom he secretly admired, the young husband had instead pulled her, who was slightly farther away, down the cliff with him…
Short summary by Yuushi L: Initially, the male lead (ML) liked another girl, while the female lead (FL) liked the ML. Both fell off a cliff. The FL temporarily lost her memory, and the ML, fearing others might take advantage of him, claimed FL was his wife while they were staying in a village. Later, when they returned home, the FL regained her memories and remembered that the ML liked someone else, so she kept her distance from him. However, during their time living together in the countryside, the ML’s view of the FL had completely changed. From this point, his pursuit of the FL begins.
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