What story have I just heard? I stared blankly at my disciple.
Meanwhile, my disciple very calmly took a white wine pot and touched the surface with his hand.
I continued to wipe my mouth, cursing inwardly. What is that disciple saying? Has he gone mad from regression many times?
He says he doesn’t remember, but in a previous life, I killed him. He avenged himself by killing me in the past life, he said. What is exchanged between him and me is poison and blood, I don’t understand his nonsense.
If I respond with ‘woof woof woof’ here, it seems the disciple would reply, “I see.” His words were that absurd.
“Your lips will wear out.”
The disciple teased with a slight smile, and I hurriedly lowered my handkerchief. Apparently, I had been rubbing my lips with it all the while I was lost in thought.
I quickly retorted.
“It won’t wear out that easily.”
It was a rebuttal to his unexpected joke.
“Well, that’s true.”
But I froze again at the unexpected agreement added by the disciple. What is he talking about? Why does he speak as if he’s trying to agree with me?
The disciple nonchalantly drank water after throwing out strange words.
I became oddly uncomfortable and continued to fidget with the handkerchief. I was already regretting coming to drink with the disciple.
I never wanted to come in the first place, but shouldn’t I have refused more skillfully?
Then, at the moment when a part of the handkerchief flipped as I fiddled with it, my idea suddenly changed.
Ah. Maybe what the disciple asked, if I liked him, wasn’t asking if I liked him, but asking me to evaluate him as the object of affection?
“…….”
Thinking about it, it seemed that way. This seemed much more plausible. The disciple’s thrown words were too ambiguous, and I must have been mistaken.
Usually, friends say things like this once in a while. Although the disciple and I aren’t friends.
Anyhow, once my mind was settled, I responded in a cheerful tone enough to make up for the previous silence.
“Your Majesty is a splendid person. Who wouldn’t fall in love with Your Majesty?”
“Is that so?”
“Of course.”
“If you had answered a little quicker, it would have sounded more convincing.”
“!”
When I flinched, the disciple laughed as if it was a joke, and tilted the spout towards me.
Would you like me to pour? When I held the wine glass with both hands, the sound of the wine pouring was heard.
Looking at the scene, I added once more.
“I am sincere. Would a deity joke about something like this?”
We didn’t need to maintain such an atmosphere throughout the drinking. It had to be lightened appropriately. Otherwise, it seemed like we would not get drunk from drinking but become sick.
“How about loving this disciple, Master?”
But my hand trembled at the disciple’s ridiculous words.
The wine being poured into the glass spilled onto my hand and the table.
“I apologize.”
I quickly put down the glass and took a spare towel placed next to it and put it where the wine had spilled.
“Is it something to be so surprised about?”
The disciple continued to speak in a joking tone and put down the teapot.
“Didn’t you just say, Master, that no one would not love this disciple?”
What is he saying with what intention? I looked closely at his complexion. The disciple couldn’t have been so foolish as to believe my words as they were.
In the last life, the disciple clearly did not express a preference for men. But why is he suddenly doing this to me? I didn’t understand.
Is he instinctively attracted to me because I’m actually a woman even though I’m dressed as a man? But to say that, he killed me very ruthlessly in the last life.
‘Did he, after my death… undress me?’
No, no way. That couldn’t be. The disciple never treated his enemies properly. Once dead, he buried the corpse in a hole. It was the end to insult the enemies all the way to the end.
He would not have shown me such favor and followed the long process of properly washing the body and changing the clothes. Especially when I was the person the disciple hated the most. That’s ridiculous.
Avoiding the gaze of others, was it not a situation where he killed me?
‘So did your mind change after you regressed?’
No. This doesn’t make sense. It’s only been a few days since the regression?
And the most definitive evidence that he wasn’t joking was the pupil of his disciple, who spoke in jest. Despite his words, his eyes were extremely cold.
‘Is he playing with me?’
I don’t know why, but… let’s answer according to the rules.
“Of course it’s surprising. I’m a man.”
“What does it matter.”
“What?”
“You like men anyway, Master.”
“!”
This disciple seems to be playing with me today. I was so surprised that I almost poured alcohol on my disciple while holding the glass.
I gripped the glass tightly and glared at my disciple.
‘That bastard… Did he know that I conspired against the 3rd Prince before regressing? It seems like he’s doing that because he knows?’
Cold Male Lead Became My Clingy Husband (Female-Dominant)
Feng Bai Su transmigrated into a matriarchal novel, becoming the sister of the female protagonist and the Seventh Princess of the Feng Ling Kingdom.
After working herself to death in her previous life, finally reincarnating as a princess, she only wanted to be a lazy fish who could eat, sleep, and play.
Until she met the male protagonist from the book, Wei Jing Mo, and he took a liking to her!
Wei Jing Mo is the top young man in Feng Ling City, talented in both appearance and ability, from a prestigious family, with a cold and otherworldly appearance, a figure like the bright moon in the hearts of noble ladies. It was thought that only the most powerful and talented noble lady in Feng Ling City would be worthy of such a brilliant young man. Who knew that this young gentleman would secretly admire the infamous Seventh Princess?
Short scene 1:
Feng Bai Su looked at the young man crying like a pear blossom in the rain before her, and couldn’t help but doubt her life.
Wasn’t the male lead described as a cold and otherworldly figure in the book?
Then who was this poor little thing crying with swollen red eyes and tear-stained face?
Short scene 2:
Wei Jing Mo stared intently at Feng Bai Su who was about to go out, wanting to say, “Be careful on the road.”
Before he could speak, Feng Bai Su suddenly bent down and bit his cheek.
Her peach blossom eyes were full of disdain: “Tsk! You’re so clingy!”
Wei Jing Mo: “…”
A talented fox spirit female lead with a flirtatious appearance but actually abstinent VS A cold-looking but actually naive and clingy little jealous male lead
