Sipping a refreshing fruit cocktail at a bar along the beach, Yura’s brows furrowed repeatedly, bothered by Ihyeon’s actions. His affectionate kisses on her shoulder and the sticky way his hands roamed her back were irritating.
“Do you have a lack of affection?”
“No.”
“Then why are you like this?”
“What am I doing?”
Ihyeon’s indifferent response made Yura bite her lip and assert herself more.
“Baek Ihyeon, let’s be mindful of the time and place.”
“We are newlyweds.”
Before Yura could finish her retort, Ihyeon gestured towards the vast swimming pool next to the bar.
“Look around. Everyone is doing it.”
“No, who is…?”
Yura scanned the surroundings with a skeptical look. However, her objection faded away. Everywhere she looked, whether it was the swimming pool or the beach, there were couples, seemingly newlyweds or lovers, intimately embracing or kissing without a care for the world around them.
Yura belatedly recalled the fame of Illusion Resort. Accompanied by the hashtag “healing,” photos on Star featured another hashtag, signifying it as a paradise for lovers.
True to that word, the resort was bustling with couples, and Yura, recalling the previous night, blushed and abruptly stood up.
“Where are you going?”
“To our room!”
Shouting, Yura quickly walked towards the direction of their guestroom.
Ihyeon, following her swiftly, displayed a charmingly annoying smile, then abruptly changed the atmosphere as they entered the guestroom.
As soon as the door opened, his lips fiercely targeted Yura’s nape. His grip was like a trap ensnaring a wild beast, and a warning alarm went off in her head.
“Wait, just a mome–”
Ihyeon, not missing the opportunity, bit her lips, stealing her breath away. Yura tried to push him away, but she couldn’t move the large man with her strength alone. Her punches on his shoulder were ineffective; Ihyeon remained immovable.
Frustrated, Yura instinctively hit Ihyeon’s temple.
“Ugh.”
After a shallow groan, Ihyeon finally backed off from her. Yura gasped for air, panting.
“You’re like an animal.”
“Maybe.”
Even after being hit, Ihyeon smirked, leaving Yura stunned.
“Oppa.”
“Hmm?”
“Do you realize how insanely unfamiliar this is?”
“I want to drive you crazy.”
Yura, tilting her head, disliked herself for finding Ihyeon’s lips attractive even at this moment. She felt more aggrieved, thinking she had been thoroughly bewitched by this white fox.
Ihyeon probably saw this just as a physical need, yet Yura’s heart fluttered at his smallest gestures and touches.
What began as a contract out of necessity, now left Yura clueless as to why her heart was helplessly drifting away.
She scrunched her face, suppressing her indescribable emotions.
“We agreed to do it consensually, remember?”
“Yes, we did.”
“Then why are you like this?”
Yura raised her voice, questioning Ihyeon’s actions that deviated from her plans. Everything since arriving at the honeymoon destination had not been part of her plan.
Ihyeon, who had always seemed light about the contract, had turned their arrangement into something trivial. Yura had believed the ‘consent’ clause would guide them to success, but reality mocked her plans.
“Yesterday, we agreed.”
Her jaw dropped at his absurd response.
“Are you kidding me? That was yesterday.”
“So, we agreed on that part, no problem.”
Ihyeon conveyed that yesterday’s agreement was meant to last for two years. Yura was speechless at the absurdity.
The ‘agreement’ she proposed meant for each time it happened, while Ihyeon’s interpretation was about the act itself. It was ridiculous how the same word could be perceived so differently.
“What I meant by agreement wasn’t to do it often.”
“Well, that’s what I meant.”
Despite their clear differences, Ihyeon didn’t let go of the hand around Yura’s waist. It felt like he would pounce the moment she surrendered.
Ihyeon, who had spoken of contract obligations yesterday, was now twisting the meaning of words to win over her today.
However, Yura couldn’t come up with a proper retort. Part of the blame lay with herself for not scrutinizing the contract in detail.
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, suspecting Ihyeon knew all along but chose to remain silent.
“Damn white fox.”
“Ha ha.”
Amidst her turmoil, Ihyeon let out a splendid laugh. His refreshing and hearty laughter made it impossible for her to stay angry.
Exhausted from the verbal spar, Yura waved her hand dismissively and turned away, escaping Ihyeon’s grasp.
Just as she took a step, Ihyeon caught her wrist. Yura stopped and turned to look at him. She glared as if asking what he was up to, and Ihyeon gave a sly smile.
“How about it, since we’re on the topic?”
“Are you crazy? In broad daylight!”
Yura yelled, pointing outside to the sky. It had only been a couple of hours since she woke up, after being tormented by Ihyeon until early dawn. And now he was suggesting another agreement, which left her truly shocked.
Unlike the stunned Yura, a relaxed and leisurely Ihyeon shrugged his shoulders lightly.
“We’re newlyweds, aren’t we? There’s no set time for it.”
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
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