Dating a younger man is dangerous.
It was a proposition that Sanghwa thought of while dating eight-year-younger Ted. And now, Sanghwa was realizing with her whole body that this proposition was indeed true.
“Enough…”
Sanghwa, feeling numb in her arms and legs, pushed Ted away and murmured, but Ted pretended not to hear and pressed his lips again. Now that he knew most simple Korean phrases, Sanghwa’s forehead narrowed.
“Stop it.”
“Noona, just one more time.”
“Noona’s going to sleep.”
“Noona… please…?”
“Please or whatever, noona’s going to die.”
Sanghwa, who had strengthened herself through yoga and pilates, was on the verge of muscle pain due to the repeated contraction and relaxation of muscles every night.
She didn’t know if every younger man was like this, but Ted was tireless. There were times when she wanted to complain, asking if all women dating younger men were living like this.
She thought that dating a younger man would bring her the energy of a young man, but reality proved otherwise.
She fed him well every evening, and throughout the night, he sucked away her energy. Sanghwa thought she was young too, but looking at Ted, it was clear that they were different. His stamina and recovery ability were far superior.
“Maybe because he’s a Westerner…?”
“Yeah?”
“…No.”
Sanghwa, who had been trying to find the cause of Ted’s restraint in racial differences, glanced at my bare shoulders and arms.
A little while ago, Sanghwa, who had just washed with Ted, collapsed in exhaustion. Looking at her reflection in the mirror while lying on the bed, she looked miserable.
She remembered the chicken samgyetang that Mrs. Bae made for her last summer, which was meant to invigorate her body.
The meat was boiled in hot water until it became tender and juicy. The current state of Sanghwa, where there was no strength left in her muscles, was just like that.
But Ted seems to think of Sanghwa as a real chicken samgyetang.
Sanghwa, who had just washed and come out, was once again stuck to him. Ted, thinking of her as a real chicken samgyetang, once again pressed his lips and bit into it. Sanghwa, enduring the gradually thickening kisses and bites, finally bit her lip and whispered.
“…Stop it.”
“Heeeng…”
There’s no aegyo in foreign countries. I don’t know why he’s like that.
Whether he learned it somewhere or was born with it, Ted was good at aegyo. A bit like a friendly Golden Retriever. It was exactly like the appearance of Sundungi wagging its tail and sticking its nose, attacking naturally.
Ted also slept by tightly wrapping himself around Sanghwa. He didn’t allow Sanghwa to move away from him at all. If Sanghwa complained about being hot, heavy, or uncomfortable, he would watch her and stick his feet, or even sleep.
“You’ll sleep well.”
“Yeah.”
“You too, Ted.”
“Okay, okay.”
While shouting okay, Ted, who had collapsed over Sanghwa, naturally brought his weight on her. Sanghwa endured twice so far. She decided to endure just one more time.
“…Please, let’s sleep comfortably.”
“Yeah, yeah. Sleep comfortably.”
“How can I sleep comfortably like this?”
“Then, would noona come up for me? Comfortably.”
“…….”
Three times. Three times was enough. Sanghwa raised the arm she had been sprawling and pointed to the door. She couldn’t even turn around and push Ted away.
“Get out.”
“…Me, get out?”
“Get out. Go sleep on the sofa.”
“…No way.”
“Saying no way. Get out. Not going?”
“…”
“Don’t you see this? You made it like this! Even seeing this, your teeth itch? If your teeth itch, chew on a squid or something! Why are you biting me! Are you really a dog? Buy me a dog chew at least?”
Although she didn’t understand the entire speech, Ted, who sensed an unusual atmosphere, got up. Looking at Ted’s pretty eyes as he pouted his lips, her heart weakened, but Sanghwa needed rest now.
She was scheduled to take a flight tomorrow afternoon. Today, at noon, Amber came with a dress coordinated with her for the wedding in Cancun, where Jaeeun and Taesu were getting married.
Sanghwa showed Ted the dress design and ordered him not to bite where the bare skin was exposed.
As a result, Sanghwa’s body now looked like she was wearing a pink tube top dress. It was because Ted persistently chewed and sucked on places that wouldn’t be visible when wearing the dress.
“Okay, okay. Then just a hug…”
“Hugging is not allowed. Get out. Can’t you see dark circles under my eyes? I need sleep! Not you!”
Ted, who had been weakened by Sanghwa’s firm tone, finally got up. As he walked to the door, he stared at Sanghwa with a sidelong glance.
As always, Sanghwa, whose heart had weakened, called him again while hoping he would return. But her steps were incredibly slow, as if she had no choice but to call him again.
However, Sanghwa did not weaken her heart. Until Ted went out and came back with a pillow, she stared at him with her eyes wide open.
“Serves you right.”
“…Serve? Serve? You want to be served?”
“…No. Close the door.”
“…Close the door too?”
“Yeah, close it.”
“Heeng…”
After Being Cheated On, She Picked Up a Treasure (Female-dominant)
One-line summary: The husband I married on a whim had been secretly in love with me for a long time.
On the day when Jun Shao finally obtained the imperial decree for her marriage, Lan Qu, the person she had admired for six years, defied the decree and ran away.
Her gentleness and devotion, her promise of a lifetime together, were all disregarded by him. Instead, he dreamed of entering the palace to serve the Emperor’s sister as a sixth-rank attendant.
News of this incident spread throughout the capital, and the alleys in front of and behind the Lan mansion were crowded with people who came to watch the commotion.
Jun Shao should have been embarrassed and angry.
But someone stepped in to protect her dignity.
The figure was in a miserable state, yet still possessed an undeniable elegance and handsomeness.
The young lord struggled to climb the wall of the Lan mansion and shouted to her, “If he won’t marry you, I will!”
So, Jun Shao took advantage of the situation and married the person.
She thought the young lord did it to save the Lan family from the crime of defying the imperial decree, but never imagined that from beginning to end, what he coveted was her.
*
After the wedding, Jun Shao felt like she was living in a dream.
Her Wife-master was as beautiful as a fairy in a painting, skilled in the six arts, well-versed in poetry and literature, capable of being gentle and attentive, and also grand and dignified. Most importantly, she was the only one in his heart and eyes.
Jun Shao didn’t know how Lan Shiwu, as a illegitimate son without a father and blessed with beauty, had managed to preserve his purity, recklessly escape, and use his last ounce of strength to ruin his own reputation, all because of his love for her, just to stand before her.
She could only see him gazing at her with eyes full of love, and when she bestowed a name upon him, his eyes shone like stars.
“You have come to me like a weary bird perching on a branch. I shall call you A Qi.”
