But whether Siyoon laughed or not, Mijoo was serious.
“Haven’t you dated anyone until now?”
“Aren’t you digging too deep into my personal life?”
“Ah. I’m sorry again.”
Mijoo tried to understand Siyoon’s situation, as she couldn’t tell her grandfather she loved a man.
“I don’t really understand that world.”
“Which world?”
“The world where a man loves another man…”
“Ha! You have too many prejudices and misunderstandings.”
Mijoo raised her hands as if to avoid any unnecessary arguments.
“So, whether it’s about the bride or the marriage, I understand the situation. If you have to do it anyway, why not meet a woman who understands you and practice with her?”
“You just said you understand my situation, right?”
“Yes.”
“The most important thing is to stand in front of my grandfather in a month, but if I need practice in romance or anything else, let’s start with that.”
Siyoon was confident he could do better than any other man once he started.
Mijoo, faced with Siyoon’s serious expression, couldn’t find the words to refuse his offer for practice or help.
Siyoon straightened up from leaning on the sofa and rested his arm on the head of the sofa where Mijoo was sitting.
With only a small space between them, they grew closer.
Love cells seemed to awaken in Mijoo’s body, which had only known work and study, making her tingle all over.
Mijoo, as if intoxicated by him, sent him a distant look and muttered while gazing at his lips.
“Practice, is that possible?”
Siyoon nodded and responded in a low voice.
“If you want it.”
And their lips met.
Mijoo was the first to tilt her head up, seeking Siyoon’s lips.
Soft yet hot. She hadn’t expected his lips to feel like this.
‘Softer than I thought…’
Siyoon inclined his head towards Mijoo, letting her take the lead.
Mijoo’s advances could be met with an appropriate response, but Siyoon was enjoying her bold moves with patience, like a bird pecking at seeds.
‘Ah.’
After a moment, Mijoo broke away, breathless, and looked at Siyoon.
His hair, still damp and glistening.
Mijoo’s lips, flushed from her own efforts. Her chest rising and falling lightly.
Mijoo’s eyes were filled with Siyoon.
And she felt his composure, unresponsive to her provocation.
“I started it, so it’s my turn now.”
As if unable to wait any longer, Siyoon leaned in and lightly covered Mijoo’s lower lip with his.
A soft, pliant sensation spread throughout her body.
Unlike Mijoo’s gentle kiss, Siyoon’s was filled with a raw, stimulating sensation.
Mijoo, having endured a difficult high school life, had no leisure for boyfriends.
After finishing high school and moving to the U.S., she dated men who showed interest in her.
She experienced light kisses when breaking up and a few more serious attempts at kissing.
Including the recent repulsive kiss on the yacht.
But the kiss Siyoon offered now was a rough, sweet stimulation she had never felt before.
Siyoon approached her gently, but Mijoo couldn’t withstand his strength and kept being pushed back. Already buried in the sofa, she had no more room to retreat.
Trying not to overwhelm Mijoo, Siyoon supported his weight on one hand against the sofa back, and with the other, he caressed her cheek, ear, and neck, bringing her lips closer to his.
Mijoo’s head spun, her lips parted, and their lips intertwined, creating a smooth, tender sensation.
Mijoo, breathless from Siyoon’s assault, raised her hand to clutch his robe. Finally, Siyoon broke the kiss and looked at her.
Mijoo also slowly opened her eyes to meet Siyoon’s gaze.
‘I started it…’
Mijoo had initiated the kiss with Siyoon, but she hadn’t expected to be so completely overwhelmed.
Siyoon exhaled rapidly, his gaze joyfully following the rise and fall of her chest.
Then he returned his gaze to her lips.
Her lips, flushed from the recent kiss, were shimmering.
Siyoon raised his thumb, gently stroking her lips.
Even at the fingertips, he felt her softness.
Only then did Mijoo realize what she had started. Out of embarrassment, she tried to push Siyoon’s chest away, creating distance between them.
But Siyoon, gazing firmly, didn’t budge.
Instead, Mijoo found herself sinking deeper into the sofa.
“I started it, so I should be the one to end it.”
‘This isn’t the end?’
Mijoo felt fear mixed with a faint sense of anticipation.
“Isn’t that only fair?”
‘Fair?’
Mijoo’s heart was pounding, ready to burst, and her body shivered with goosebumps, while Siyoon appeared unaltered and too composed.
Is this really fair?
Siyoon gently brushed Mijoo’s jawline with the back of his hand before lifting her face. Then, once more, he twisted his head to find her lips.
‘For it to be fair, you should be as shaken and heated as I am.’
Mijoo was at a loss about how to make Siyoon react like her, unsure of how to respond to his advances.
But such anxious little efforts and worries were momentary.
Under Siyoon’s kiss, Mijoo was rendered incapable of any thought.
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
