“Asking such a question suggests you had some expectations or fantasies,” Siyun said, a mysterious smile forming on his face.
“I didn’t imagine anything,” Mijoo quickly responded.
“It’s disappointing. To have me right next to you and not fantasize at all.”
Of course, she had indulged in plenty of fantasies. But looking at her physical state, there were only signs of a hangover from alcohol, not of a passionate night with Siyun.
Thinking about it, Mijoo, who had only ever experienced light embraces and kisses with Siyun, couldn’t really tell if there would be any ‘signs’ or ‘states’ from something more. Still, she believed her current state was merely due to a hangover.
‘So did he push me away?’
It seemed unlikely that the man who had been giving her clear signals would have pushed her away.
“No, my body feels too normal,” Mijoo said.
Siyun burst out laughing.
“What should your body feel like?”
‘Ah… I shouldn’t have said that.’
“I’m curious about your thoughts,” Siyun said, laughing heartily, annoying Mijoo. She wanted to go and pinch his arm, but it was best to stay seated quietly for now.
Siyun stood up and leaned against the sofa headrest behind Mijoo, causing goosebumps to rise on her arms at the thought of him being so close.
“You don’t seem to remember anything important.”
“What’s important?” Mijoo asked, curious.
“I’m wondering how much I should tell you to lessen the shock.”
“What are you talking about?”
Siyun seemed to enjoy teasing the already nervous and agitated Mijoo.
“Mijoo, we went beyond what you are thinking. We did,” he teased.
Mijoo, startled, covered her chest with her loose t-shirt.
Watching Mijoo’s reflection in the living room glass, Siyun laughed heartily.
“Ah, so your ‘deadline’ is the chest, there?”
Finally, Mijoo relaxed her arms. But this awkwardness. It was her hand, but she didn’t know where to place it and ended up sitting down again, demurely clasping her hands.
“It’s a joke, right?”
Hoping it was a joke, Mijoo waited anxiously for his response. Siyun looked at her deeply, then turned away and leaned back on the sofa.
“We did something we hadn’t done before. We went that far.”
“What is it that we didn’t do?”
Mijoo was dying of curiosity and anxiety.
“Points.”
Mijoo suddenly stood up, covering her chest again and glaring fiercely at Siyun.
“So, you saw my chest again yesterday?”
“I only confirmed what you allowed me to. That’s all.”
How can even the back of his head look so proud? Mijoo thought, glaring at Siyun’s back.
“But there were none. No moles or scars.”
“So that’s why my clothes were off?”
Siyun turned around in disbelief.
“That’s not it! Do you have a habit of undressing when you drink?”
Each word seemed to dig her deeper into an unfavorable situation. Mijoo sat back down, changing the subject.
“You must be upset, Siyun.”
“…”
“You were so eager to find a mole because you said moles bring luck.”
In that moment, Mijoo felt a tinge of regret.
Just one mole, big or small, could have brought Siyun luck. It’s frustrating when things don’t go as hoped.
“I’m actually glad there were none. I was planning not to care, but if there had been, I might have been bothered anyway.”
Siyun spoke in a way Mijoo couldn’t understand, then smiled slightly, a smile Mijoo failed to notice.
“Aren’t you disappointed, Mijoo?”
“About what?”
“About not remembering last night.”
Mijoo bristled.
“I don’t forget everything. I remember.”
“You remember? Then why did you pretend not to?”
“No, not everything. Just bits and pieces.”
“I enjoyed it, though.”
When Siyun said he enjoyed their time together, Mijoo turned her head to look at him. Siyun, sitting behind her on the sofa, turned his head to meet her gaze.
For a moment, their intense eyes locked, and Mijoo was the first to break the connection.
Siyun turned around, placed his hands on Mijoo’s shoulders, and his warm touch sent a tingling current through her shoulders and neck.
“I could help you remember,” he suggested.
Chills ran down Mijoo’s arms. Not being able to see Siyun’s expression behind her made her even more tense.
“You remember us kissing yesterday, right?”
Mijoo nodded.
“Then this should be fine.”
Siyun briefly pressed his lips to Mijoo’s white neck. His lips were warm and simple, but for Mijoo, it was too stimulating.
Unable to bear the tickling and electrifying sensation any longer, Mijoo turned her neck away, trying to escape his lips. Siyun then let go, gently stroked her hair, and stood up.
As her curiosity about the previous night was slowly being resolved, realistic worries began to flood Mijoo’s mind.
‘Now that I know his preferences…’
Her heart raced with unexpressed tremors and unexpected anticipation.
“What should I do? Siyun likes women.”
“…”
“So I’m a bit worried…”
“I know what you’re worried about,” Siyun interrupted. He wanted to get closer but couldn’t ignore the hesitance of the woman before him.
Though living under one roof and bound to cross paths countless times, he couldn’t just build a wall around himself.
“What should I do for you?”
The Male lead Always Seduces Her with His Beauty (Matriarchy)
Xin Jiao Zhou is the leader of the world’s premier sect. She has just experienced betrayal from all sides, was poisoned in an assassination attempt, and faced death squad attacks while the poison was taking effect. After finally clearing out the scum from her sect, she was drugged again while trying to detoxify.
After waking up from a night of unconsciousness, she gained a “beautiful and kind-hearted” husband.
Xin Jiao Zhou: “???”
He fell ill.
She came to see him, bringing breakfast.
As she put down the breakfast and was about to leave, his hand slipped while holding the spoon. “Clank!”
She turned around upon hearing the noise.
He looked up at her, his eyebrows drooping: “My hand… has no strength.”
“Shall I… feed you?” she asked tentatively.
He opened his mouth cheerfully: “Ah—”
Thinking she was drowning, he jumped in without hesitation to save her, but nearly drowned himself. In the end, it was she who swam over to rescue him, giving him air underwater.
After emerging from the water, his ear tips turned red. He lightly brushed his cheek, tucking his sideburns behind his ear, revealing delicate, pink-tinged ear tips. He lowered his gaze, too embarrassed to look at her.
Xin Jiao Zhou: He’s truly beautiful, kind-hearted, and adorable.
A certain someone when disciplining subordinates behind the scenes: “If they don’t obey, just kill them.”
What’s that? She might already have someone she cares about in her heart? A certain someone: Find out who it is, kill them, and then there won’t be anyone.
What? She met a man by the riverside? What? That man even hurt her? A certain someone: Whichever hand hurt her, chop off his entire arm.
Love at first sight without realizing it, gradually falling in love, slowly getting closer…
Family and national grudges, schemes and desires, good and evil, crime and punishment, she and he face the future together, seeking justice with passion!
A naturally dark female lead who could accidentally destroy the world but is actually an honest person VS a weak, pitiful, and helpless but skilled fighter, beautiful white-cut black male lead
My heart is not of stone, how steadfast is your love? — Tao Yuanming “Imitating the Ancients (No. 3)”
— Reading Guide —
Cold female lead & dramatic black lotus with hidden yandere traits male lead
