A slim waist, along with flexible hips and legs.
Mijoo was confidently flaunting her figure, concealed only by a silk dress, without any hesitation.
Siyun had always been captivated by her physique, but he tried not to consciously acknowledge it. However, now that she was strikingly posing before him, he couldn’t help but appreciate her.
Especially since he felt he could easily confirm the area between her neck and chest with just a slight touch.
Mijoo, posing, stepped back as Siyun approached, yet he was close enough that he could reach her with an outstretched hand.
‘That gaze… it’s definitely on my neck and chest.’
Lately, Mijoo had often felt Siyun’s gaze like this. He would look at her unwaveringly and then, seemingly resigning himself, turn away.
“Just a moment.”
Mijoo looked up at the ceiling as if pondering something.
‘It’s too early for the chest.’
She recalled the day he slipped in the bathroom, insisting he couldn’t see her chest and even handed her a towel himself.
‘Is he now trying to take the next step and see a woman’s chest?’
Mijoo was once again misunderstanding the situation.
“Siyun, you’re looking at this area, right?”
Mijoo pointed to her neck and chest. It was a direct question that he couldn’t just deny nor did he want to.
“Yes.”
However, Mijoo seemed okay with it, smiling heartily as if understanding.
“It’s okay.”
“…….”
“There’s no need to rush.”
Siyun wasn’t really listening to whatever Mijoo was saying. He had already resolved not to care whether there was a mole or not, but he wanted to clarify its existence in this moment.
“I have something to ask.”
‘Does he need to come this close to ask something?’
Mijoo hesitated briefly but waited for Siyun’s question.
“Do you have a mole, maybe on your neck or chest?”
“A mole?”
Siyun nodded, waiting for her response.
Mijoo took a while to answer, touching her neck thoughtfully.
“Let’s see. Doesn’t everyone have moles on their body?”
Siyun felt his patience waning.
“If it’s a big mole, no, but if it’s a small one…”
Mijoo was dragging on, and Siyun watched her with a tense expression.
“I’m not sure.”
Siyun’s brow furrowed at her uncertain answer.
Suddenly, a thought crossed Mijoo’s mind.
‘Trypophobia? Yeah, moles are round, and women’s chests are round…’
Mijoo pointed to her chest, asking seriously, “Are you afraid of seeing moles or round things on women, like some kind of trypophobia?”
In such a serious moment, this absurd question caught Siyun off guard. He grabbed Mijoo, pulling her close, and glared at her as if he was about to bite her neck.
“Do you really think I’m scared of something like that?”
Mijoo was frozen, unable to respond. She had never seen Siyun behave so fiercely towards her before.
“Are you pretending to be naive, or do you really think that?”
“Let go and we can talk.”
Mijoo pushed against Siyun’s chest. This time, he let her go, and she quickly sat down on the sofa, clasping her trembling hands.
“So, you’re unsure if you have a mole, and now I’m a guy who’s scared of women’s chests. What should we do?”
“……I don’t know.”
“We should check.”
Siyun approached the sofa where Mijoo was sitting.
“Just a moment.”
But Siyun had already sat down next to her, resting his hand on her shoulder.
“Why? Why does it matter if I have a mole on my chest? What’s so important about it?”
‘I should have checked without asking. But I can’t bring up Bill’s story.’ Siyun was at a loss for words.
“Why should I show you if you don’t explain why you want to see it?”
“……I heard that a person with a mole brings me luck. That should be enough, right?”
Siyun made up this flimsy excuse, internally scolding himself for being so foolish.
Mijoo looked at him skeptically, seeming unconvinced.
Why does she suddenly seem so bold? No, Mijoo was always refreshingly straightforward and assertive.
‘That’s why I was drawn to her at first glance…’
Mijoo stood up abruptly, followed by Siyun.
“I take back calling you a coward scared of women’s chests.”
“And you think just saying that makes everything okay?”
“Yes! I’ll show you whether I have a mole or not.”
Siyun was taken aback by her sudden agreement, taking a deep breath as he moved his hand from her shoulder towards her neck. However, Mijoo stepped back.
“Just sit and wait.”
“You said you’d show me.”
Was it Mijoo’s imagination, or did Siyun’s voice sound desperate? Regardless, Mijoo remained calm.
“First, let me check myself in the bedroom and then I’ll come out.”
As Mijoo entered the bedroom, she glanced back, suspecting Siyun might follow.
‘How did I become so trivial?’
Siyun leaned back on the sofa, sighing as he looked up at the ceiling.
‘I can’t just barge in there.’
Whether she had a mole or not, Siyun’s mind was now filled with images of Mijoo undressing, causing his body to heat up.
In the bedroom, Mijoo stood before the mirror, examining her neck.
“Is this what he’s talking about?”
Something ambiguous, neither clearly a mole nor a scar, caught her attention.
“I don’t think this is it.”
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
