She snapped in English, brushing past Miju. Her pride was hurt not because someone had seen their intimate moment, but because the man had remained indifferent to her advances.
Even after she left, Miju stood frozen, as the man began to approach her, hands still casually in his pockets, taking leisurely steps.
As he came up to Miju, her first words were oddly an apology.
“I’m sorry to see you…….”
“Why apologize for seeing something?”
Miju spoke in English, but Siyun naturally replied in Korean.
“Let’s speak in Korean.”
Siyun interrupted her.
“Our language!”
“Why do you apologize first for seeing something?”
“No… no, I didn’t see anything.”
“Is it your first time seeing a kiss on the street?”
Miju, not wanting to show her embarrassment, tried to sound as calm as possible.
“No, I’ve seen it a lot.”
That too, was an odd response.
In this undeniably American scene, public displays of affection like kisses and tight embraces were commonplace. Miju, with her Korean heritage, had initially felt embarrassed witnessing such free expressions of love but gradually came to envy their natural and uninhibited manner.
However, the recent encounter with the couple felt more lewd than affectionate, leaving Miju feeling like she had intruded on their private space.
“No, I haven’t seen that kind of thing here.”
“Of course, you haven’t.”
“Excuse me?”
“It wasn’t a mutual kiss; it was more of an attack on me.”
Ah, right. The man had been kissed by the woman, who seemed to be trying to provoke a response from him.
As Miju remembered the scene, her face flushed with embarrassment, feeling her face heat up, but his next words made her even more flustered.
“Why did you follow me?”
“I didn’t follow you.”
Despite her protest, he continued nonchalantly.
“That woman earlier said she just wanted some air in a quiet place. I don’t buy that.”
“What! You, Tim…”
“How do you know my name? Ha.”
He sighed as if astonished, prompting Miju to quickly respond.
“I know your name because…”
“It’s Kim Siyun. Not ‘you’.”
“Well, whatever the misunderstanding, you’re not my type.”
Her indignant tone was met with a casual comment from Siyun.
“What if you were my type?”
“Excuse me?”
Miju blinked, momentarily lost in translation, but he swiftly continued.
“Don’t worry. You’re not my type either.”
Feeling somewhat defeated and annoyed by his cool demeanor, Miju blinked in silence, worrying whether her flushed face was visible even under the sparse streetlights.
“But haven’t I seen you somewhere before?”
Miju tried to respond calmly.
“Yes, I saw you in the hall earlier. Thank you for cleaning up the cocktail.”
His thankfulness seemed genuine, but Miju’s expression was still prickly.
“No, I mean before that. It feels like we’ve met.”
“Such clichés. Following me? Feeling like we’ve met before?”
“Isn’t it true? Why else would you get so flustered?”
Apparently, her blushing had been noticeable. Miju quickly pressed her hands to her cheeks, feeling the warmth spread to her hands.
“It’s because you keep misunderstanding.”
“If I was wrong, I’m sorry.”
“What’s with his cool attitude? I’m the one getting upset over nothing.”
Miju found his nonchalance increasingly irritating.
“And why would your neck turn red?”
Embarrassed, Miju hastily took down her hair, which had been neatly tied up for work. As her hair cascaded in natural waves over her shoulders, she tried to cover her flushed neck, but he watched her unblinkingly.
To Siyun, Miju looked cute with her hair neatly tied, but with her hair down, she exuded a feminine charm.
“The atmosphere is different now.”
Earlier in the banquet hall, she had light makeup on, but now she looked much more natural.
“Can the atmosphere change so much in less than 30 minutes?”
He found himself curious about what kind of vibe she would exude in a different setting.
“Maybe at home, or in a car?”
Siyun wondered how she might transform in a more private setting, just the two of them.
“What a foolish thought.”
To have such pointless thoughts about a woman he just met. Siyun turned his gaze away from her and looked up at the night sky, showing a bitter smile as he tried to dismiss his thoughts.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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