When Yura woke up, it was well past lunchtime. Her entire body ached as if she had been through a rigorous workout, and she didn’t have the strength to get up.
Groaning in pain, she was startled by a sudden hot breath on her nape. Ihyeon’s deep voice followed, “Did you sleep well?”
Unlike Yura, Ihyeon didn’t sound like he had just woken up. His voice was clear and lively, making Yura feel embarrassed about her oversleeping.
“What time is it?”
“2 PM.”
“What? It’s alre… Ow!”
Startled by the unexpected hour, Yura tried to get up, only to be met with a sharp pain, causing her to lie back down.
“Are you okay?”
“Do I look okay to you, Baek Ihyeon?” Yura retorted fiercely, her eyes shooting daggers at him. Ihyeon, however, simply smiled calmly, which only infuriated her more. She couldn’t understand why she was the only one in pain, while he seemed perfectly fine.
“It’s unfair.”
“Haha.”
Yura’s mix of irritation and injustice dissolved into amusement at Ihyeon’s hearty laughter, a sound she had never heard before. Despite knowing him for so long, this was the first time she saw him laugh so freely and naturally.
It felt even more unfair how charming he could be, even in laughter. A small, selfish part of her wished he would never show this smile to anyone else.
“I cleaned you up a bit, thinking you might feel uncomfortable… Can you shower? Do you need help?”
Yura was taken aback by the unfamiliar aspects of Ihyeon. She knew him as a person of basic manners and some consideration, but this level of delicate care was beyond her expectations.
Yet, she felt embarrassed that he had seen her bare body. Even between family and spouses, there should be some boundaries, but apparently, they weren’t that important to him.
Yura clutched the blanket tightly, glaring at him, “Don’t you dare touch my body!”
“Okay, I won’t. But I’ll prepare some warm water for you. Rest a bit more.”
As Ihyeon got up, he lightly kissed her forehead and jokingly said, ‘I didn’t touch you with my hands,’ before heading to the bathroom.
“Is he a fox, not a nine-tailed one?”
Yura felt almost crazed, constantly being swept away by Ihyeon.
Late afternoon.
After struggling to shower, Yura had no desire to step out of the bedroom. She felt as if she had been thoroughly beaten up, with pain engulfing her entire body. If she had known about this aftermath, she wouldn’t have given in so easily the night before.
However, she also couldn’t deny that being under Ihyeon throughout the night, experiencing climax after climax, was incredibly pleasurable.
Some say that sex is a highly addictive drug that one can never stop using, and Yura found herself agreeing to this analogy. She had never experienced such pleasure before and, to her own surprise, she found herself longing for it again.
“Ah, I’ve lost my mind, Jinyura.”
As she sat shaking her head on the couch, Ihyeon entered through the front door, followed by a middle-aged man wearing a tall chef’s hat, pushing a tray.
“What’s this?”
“Because we missed mealtime.”
Then Ihyeon pointed to the table where Yura was sitting.
“Please set up over there.”
“Yes.”
The man respectfully bowed his head and began placing an array of dishes on the table, which made Yura’s mouth water. After setting everything up, he left with a polite, “Enjoy your meal.”
“Is he the chef?”
“Yes, he’s the chef.”
“Is this okay?”
“Nothing’s impossible with money.”
“Ugh, materialist.”
Yura, in the past, would have taken such a situation in stride, just like Ihyeon. But since her family’s support had ceased, such luxury had become alien to her. She awkwardly looked at Ihyeon and then at the table, feeling a special kind of luxury she hadn’t experienced in a long time.
“I thought you’d need something nutritious after last night, so I prepared mostly meat dishes.”
Yura didn’t even have a chance to retort as she suddenly felt famished. She appreciated the table laden with meat and vegetables, as there were no seafood dishes, which are abundant on such island nations.
Ihyeon watched with satisfaction as Yura’s eyes sparkled in front of the food. The cuisine at Illusion, the resort, primarily focused on seafood, and meat was rarely featured. Choosing this resort was a dilemma for Ihyeon, especially considering the food options.
Yura, despite her petite frame, had a strong appetite but a weak stomach, particularly disliking the smell of seafood. She preferred meat, so seafood-heavy Illusion was initially not considered.
If Yura hadn’t emphasized ‘healing,’ they might have chosen a different location. But wanting to cater to her preferences, Ihyeon chose this resort and requested special dishes.
The effort was worth it as Yura thoroughly enjoyed the meat dishes. Though the quantity was overwhelming for two, Yura finished the meal contentedly.
After the hearty late lunch, Yura readily agreed to Ihyeon’s suggestion to take a walk on the beach for digestion.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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