Siyun’s expression hardened slightly, even appearing somewhat intimidating.
“Why, are you angry?”
“No, but since you touched me, I thought I might touch Mijoo as well.”
Before Mijoo could protest, Siyun’s hand gently touched her cheek.
Like Mijoo had done earlier, Siyun used his thumb and index finger to softly caress her cheek. However, unlike Mijoo’s playful touch, Siyun’s movements were soft and seductive.
A pleasant shiver and tension ran down Mijoo’s spine.
“Don’t be nervous. Just like you, only touching with hands…”
Mijoo briefly worried about a possible kiss but felt a mix of relief and slight disappointment when Siyun stopped at just touching. Yet, his touch was as dangerous as his lips. Moving from her cheeks to her slender neck, Siyun’s hand wandered over her neatly aligned collarbones. His gaze, as focused as his touch, didn’t even blink.
Mijoo tentatively placed her hand over Siyun’s on her cheek.
It was a critical moment, an attempt to stop Siyun’s wandering hand, but once touching, it felt more like a response to his caress, prompting Mijoo to gently lower her hand.
Siyun’s hand had now moved to the buttons on Mijoo’s shirt.
Resting a finger on one of the small, round buttons, Siyun playfully twirled his finger around it.
The situation felt suffocating, not because he was touching her but simply because of his focus on a small, round button on her clothing.
Mijoo watched tensely as Siyun’s fingertips lingered on the small, pink pearl button, smaller than a fingernail.
That morning, while choosing her shirt, Mijoo had contemplated in front of the mirror whether to unbutton one or two buttons. One unbuttoned would slightly reveal her collarbone, while two would slightly reveal her cleavage. In the end, she decided to unbutton only one.
‘Is he having the same dilemma that I had?’
In the silence, only the small movements of his fingertips and their heavy breathing could be heard intermittently.
Unable to bear the unbearable silence, and fearing that her heavy breathing might give her away, Mijoo spoke up.
“Do you like buttons?”
It might have seemed a ridiculous question, but seeing him so focused on a button, she wondered if he had developed a new preference.
“No.”
Siyun’s eyes, which had been fixed on the button, slowly moved up to meet Mijoo’s gaze.
It was better just looking at the button than being ensnared by his intense gaze like this. Mijoo couldn’t move at all.
“I’ve thought about where else on your body there might be such pretty pink. Everywhere.”
‘Pink on my body?’
“I think I can find it all eventually.”
Mijoo’s fair, translucent cheeks flushed pink. Siyun stroked her cheek with his thumb, murmuring softly.
“This pink.”
For a long time, Siyun’s hand and gaze lingered on her cheek before drifting down her neck.
Click.
The sound of a fingernail touching the button seemed deafeningly loud. Mijoo cursed her heightened senses in that moment.
During the past 3 days with Siyun, Mijoo had tried to avoid any sexual tension. Siyun too, out of consideration, had tried not to pressure her, and they had refrained from physical contact as much as possible. However, his actions, full of care and affection, were undeniably those of a man in love.
But now, within less than 10 minutes of entering Siyun’s home, there was a strong electric current between them.
Mijoo thought she should escape this moment.
Still focused on her shirt collar and button, Siyun’s hand was firmly grasped by Mijoo, signaling him to stop.
When Siyun looked at her, Mijoo smiled awkwardly.
“What time is the reservation?”
“…….”
Siyun’s deep eyes were unwavering, and his lips remained firmly closed.
Feeling awkward, Mijoo responded in an equally awkward, acted tone.
“Oh, right. It’s at 7 o’clock. Then I should get ready.”
“There’s still some time left before that.”
The tension hadn’t eased. Mijoo raised her voice unnaturally, trying to dispel the awkwardness.
“Oh, right. You know, when entering the house, the groom is supposed to carry the bride. Did you know that?”
Mijoo, as if regretting missing out on something important, clasped her hands together and shook her shoulders slightly, stepping away from Siyun.
Then she quickly went behind the sofa and leaned against it.
“We missed one of the newlyweds’ lucky charms. But it’s okay. We’re just in a contract.”
Neither Mijoo, who mentioned the contract, nor Siyun, who heard it, seemed particularly happy about it.
“What does it matter if it’s a contract or real?”
“Really?”
“I’m someone who needs to seize every opportunity or fortune that comes my way.”
“What can you do about something that’s already missed?”
Mijoo noticed a tiger-like fierceness returning in Siyun’s eyes. She had to stop it. The fire that had been extinguished couldn’t be rekindled.
“You didn’t know, Siyun. Just accept that and live comfortably.”
“I held back because your grandfather might have been there.”
‘Quite a wild fellow, yet so traditionally minded.’
Mijoo only muttered to herself, knowing that bringing up the topic again would be fruitless.
Male lead is reincarnated to save his wife
I’ve also read this one twice already. The female lead is kinda soft and gets embarrassed easily—not really my type, but the plot is definitely worth reading. Hurry up and read it, y’all!
Intro
When Shen Yuan encountered Su Jin again in his previous life, she had already become the Prime Minister of the current dynasty. As for him, the former top young master of the capital, he had long since fallen into the abyss, becoming a singer on a pleasure boat.
After a song ended, he was redeemed and sent to the Su Residence.
Su Jin respected and cherished him, gave him a roof over his head, and bestowed him with warmth. Shen Yuan fell deeper and deeper, but before he could express his feelings, Su Jin passed away.
Shen Yuan died to follow her in death, but instead, he returned to when he was fifteen years old.
At that time, he was not yet engaged, and Su Jin was just a poor scholar.
Shen Yuan gritted his teeth, casting aside all his pride, and thought of ways to coax and entice her every day.
The colder and more indifferent Su Jin was towards him, the more proactive Shen Yuan became.
He was not afraid of being mocked by the world, only wanting to marry his Wife-master early, to hold her hand and never let go for a lifetime.
[Note: This story will not specifically point out the male lead’s reincarnation time point; it’s all in the details. Whenever you feel that the male lead is acting strangely, he has most likely been reincarnated.]
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