Not only was Mijoo unable to remember Siyun’s response, but she also couldn’t recall how she ended up in this room.
‘Could it be that I got so drunk that I started acting foolishly? What is this uneasy feeling, aargh!’
Mijoo pulled the blanket over her head. Peeking out from under it, she saw she was only in her underwear.
“Where are my clothes?”
She couldn’t remember a thing. She reflected on her drinking habits but nothing specific came to mind. She had never drunk to the point of blacking out before.
‘Did I dance or sing? Did I make a move on the handsome Siyun, stroking his face and saying I liked him? Did I express things I usually want to do?’
She buried her head in the pillow and screamed, triggering fragments of memory to resurface.
But these memories only made her heart race more. She remembered being almost carried by Siyun.
‘Did I enter this room in that state?’
She also recalled sharing a passionate kiss with Siyun, right here on this bed.
‘Who initiated it? Could it have been me?’
The thought of possibly being the initiator scared her.
“Ugh!”
Mijoo screamed. Then, there was a knock at the door.
Knock, knock, knock.
She held her breath and looked at the door before lying back down.
“…….”
After waiting for a moment, Siyun opened the door and entered the room.
“You’re awake. Come out.”
Mijoo got up awkwardly, covering herself with the blanket, and looked at Siyun.
He appeared fresh, unaffected by any hangover.
Mijoo didn’t need a mirror to imagine her disheveled state – messy hair, swollen face.
‘Surely a mess.’
Embarrassed by her appearance, but unable to recall the previous night, Mijoo needed to observe Siyun’s reactions.
What would he say, how would he treat her?
“Are you feeling okay? You seemed to have drunk too much yesterday.”
Siyun looked slightly angry but calmly showed concern.
Seeing no contempt or scorn in his demeanor, Mijoo briefly felt relieved. She still had to ask.
“Did I… make any mistakes yesterday?”
“Mistakes? There were none.”
Relieved by his firm answer, Mijoo was still unsettled by her lost memories.
“You don’t remember, do you? How far back can you recall?”
‘Why are you probing like this? Testing me on how much I remember!’
Mijoo couldn’t say anything. Dinner, conversation… and then blackout. She couldn’t admit that in bed, she found herself exploring Siyun.
Her expression of confusion matched Siyun’s cool demeanor.
“Your stomach must be upset. Do you want to eat something? Are you ready to take a shower?”
Reminded of her unkempt state by Siyun’s suggestion, Mijoo nodded and then hesitated, embarrassed to stand up in her underwear.
Even in the shower, her lost memories didn’t return. She felt sore all over, as if she had done manual labor.
A new worry crept in.
“Where did it stop?”
She couldn’t pinpoint where their interaction in bed had ended.
Usually sleeping in her underwear, she might have undressed herself while asleep.
Mijoo knew herself well enough. She might initiate a kiss, but she wouldn’t cross certain boundaries.
‘But it’s still bothering me.’
No matter how hard she tried, the missing memories remained elusive.
Having prolonged her shower as much as she could, Mijoo emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe and entered the connected dressing room.
The clothes and items from yesterday’s shopping bags were now neatly arranged in the dressing room, likely done by the resort maid while they were at dinner.
Various outfits, including blouses, skirts, dresses, and jackets, hung on hangers, and there were comfortable tees and shorts too.
‘That’s too much for just three days.’
Still, the clothes matched Mijoo’s style, so she picked one contentedly. However, when she found the lingerie, her face turned red. It was hard to tell if these were meant for covering or revealing, with lingerie sets lined up in matching pairs.
Moreover, slips and sleeping robes were prepared, which she had never even seen before.
‘Whose taste is this? They’ve sent the lightest and smallest things possible for a honeymoon couple, haven’t they? No, wait…’
While the dresses and blouses were exactly to Mijoo’s taste, it made sense that the lingerie too would be chosen according to the customer’s preference.
But the lingerie seemed far from Mijoo’s taste, excessively seductive and provocative.
‘Could all these be chosen to match his taste?’
It was perplexing and troubling if he liked men but preferred such women’s lingerie.
Nevertheless, Mijoo picked up the closest piece of lingerie and sighed.
‘Wow, it takes so much courage to put on this lace, let alone take it off!’
After her shower, Mijoo, dressed in a loose shirt and shorts, entered the living room.
Room service ordered by Siyun was already on the coffee table.
“Sit down. Fruits and vegetables are good for a hangover, come and soothe your stomach.”
Mijoo sat down and took the fork he offered.
Clank.
My Step-brother Is Obsessed With Me (Female-dominant)
A gentle female protagonist vs pitiful in the early stage, and a sick male protagonist in the later stage
Cheng Songer transmigrated into the body of a vicious cannon fodder female supporting character with the same name as her in a female-dominant novel.
In the original story, the cannon fodder female supporting character was inhumane, committing domestic violence, gambling excessively, being lustful, and even wanting to sell her stepbrother to a brothel for money.
As luck would have it, she just happened to transmigrate at this time.
Seeing Cheng Qingzhi biting his lip, enduring the tears in his eyes, looking pitiful, her heart softened.
She stuffed the money back into the Madam’s hand and reached out to him.
“Brother, come home with me.”
