“Why do you need it?”
“Are you going out just in a dress?”
Blushing at his thoughtless remark, Mijoo said, “I’ll do it myself.”
But as she tried to stand up, Siyoon quickly moved to the dresser and pointed to the top drawer.
“Here?”
“No, the one below.”
Embarrassed but without hesitation, Siyoon opened the second drawer. There, neatly organized, were bras and panties in white, black, and shades of pink and violet.
Mijoo, feeling the embarrassment that should be Siyoon’s, mustered a shy response.
“What are you staring at?”
Only then did Siyoon turn his head towards Mijoo, his expression boldly unembarrassed.
‘Isn’t that too shameless?’
But right now, he was the only one who could help her, so Mijoo swallowed the words that rose to her throat.
“What color do you want?”
In this situation, choosing underwear colors seemed trivial. Mijoo clenched her fists and responded.
“Anything is fine.”
“Really? Then I’ll pick my style.”
“What?”
Despite his teasing words, Siyoon quickly chose a set of panties and bra right in front of him and slammed the drawer shut, seemingly irritated.
The fluttering texture of the lingerie seemed to linger intensely on Siyoon’s fingertips. To rid himself of the tickling sensation, he tightly grasped the underwear he had picked up.
He then extended the chosen dress and the lingerie towards Mijoo.
“Why are you holding it so tightly?”
Mijoo retorted sharply and quickly snatched the underwear from Siyoon’s hand.
“Should I hold it like this?”
Siyoon dangled the panties between his thumb and forefinger. The neatly folded pink panties fluttered open.
“Ah!”
Mijoo, who accidentally dropped the panties, was startled and flailed her hands in the air, trying to catch them.
Siyoon, with a smirk lifting one corner of his mouth, gently placed them back into Mijoo’s hand.
‘Wow, this guy is…’
As if reading Mijoo’s mind, Siyoon added a comment.
“Thinking I’m more of a madman than you expected?”
“Yes. No… I mean no.”
Mijoo quickly retracted her real thoughts, feeling the lack of sincerity in her own words.
Siyoon, aware that Mijoo was upset about various things like the immigration officer’s visit and the hospital bill, was deliberately being playful to ease her mind.
“I’ll come in once I’m dressed.”
Siyoon spoke coldly and left the room.
Sitting in front of the doctor, Mijoo looked serious, but the diagnosis was simpler than expected.
“Fortunately, there’s no damage to the bone.”
The doctor advised using a protective brace for the stretched ligaments.
“I’m receiving treatment.”
While Mijoo was getting the brace, Siyoon stepped out to pay the hospital bill.
Emerging from the treatment room, Siyoon noticed a large figure, Bill, smirking at him.
“I thought I was seeing things, but it’s really you.”
Bill glanced briefly into the treatment room, obviously aware of who was inside.
“Got something to say?”
Siyoon, remembering what Bill did to Mijoo on the yacht, wanted to confront him, but he refrained, knowing it would trouble Mijoo.
“It’s interesting, the two of you together.”
Siyoon didn’t want Mijoo to encounter Bill.
“Come out. I have something to say to you.”
“Just a minute, did you say Mijoo? I should at least see her face and say hello.”
As soon as Bill mentioned Mijoo’s name, Siyoon couldn’t hold back anymore and strode towards him.
“Hey, what’s this all about, Professor?”
Bill backed away, keeping distance from Siyoon.
“Come out!”
Siyoon was the first to exit the hospital lobby, and after a moment’s hesitation, Bill followed him, smirking.
In a quiet area around the hospital, Siyoon confronted Bill.
“If you’re not going to apologize sincerely, don’t show up.”
“Apologize? To that woman?”
“Don’t think I don’t know about your messy personal life. Stay quiet if you don’t want to be humiliated.”
“Oh, you’re going to expose my messy life! Then let’s start with your very recent personal life. Mi. Joo.”
Bill purposely mispronounced her name, trying to provoke Siyoon. Siyoon grabbed Bill by the throat. Struggling for air, Bill flailed his hands until Siyoon released him with a push. Bill, pretending to choke more, looked up and sneered vilely.
“You seem really into her. Well, she’s amazing in bed, right?”
Siyoon grabbed Bill’s collar again. Despite his fear of Siyoon, Bill continued to taunt him.
“The mole is quite charming, isn’t it? Should I call it the neck, or the chest? Anyway, right in between, there’s a mole distinctly placed!”
Siyoon’s hand, clutching the collar, tightened with force.
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
