Like that day, I cautiously wrapped Haru’s neck with one hand and pulled her gently toward me. After briefly gazing at Haru’s closed eyes and inclining my lips toward hers, I gently pressed my lips against hers.
As our lips interlocked a bit deeper, I felt Haru shudder. Just for a moment, Haru received my kiss while wrapping my neck with her arm. The sounds we created, wrapped in heat, began to fill the room.
When our lips, entwined, finally separated, Haru was closing her eyes, seemingly trying to savor the lingering sweetness from a while ago. Soon, as Haru’s peach-colored cheeks rose, a beautiful smile emerged. I lost myself again, gazing at that sight.
Soon, without any warning, Haru’s eyelids trembled slightly and slowly rose. Still looking at me with half-closed eyes, she spoke with a smile on her rosy face.
“I remember.”
I barely managed to grasp my composure against that strangely peculiar expression. I lowered my body again and gave Haru a short kiss. It had a sweet aftertaste.
The harsh sunlight pouring down made my face involuntarily scrunch up. Did I fall asleep without even closing the curtains? It couldn’t be. As I tried to move my body to the side, my senses finally snapped back.
Staring at the ceiling, hoping that my premonition was wrong, I saw a tulip-shaped fluorescent light that I had never seen before. The pastel-toned living room I saw yesterday naturally came into view with the gaze that had unconsciously dropped.
Haru was nowhere to be seen, and only silence remained in the surroundings.
Sighing, I closed my eyes again, trying to pull the last memory that might be severed. However, what I pulled in was Haru’s vividly reddened face, staring intensely at me with the lingering aftertaste of last night’s kiss.
Feeling frustrated, I washed my face with cold water and got up from bed. As I looked down at my body, which had a stiff texture all over, I realized that I was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday. I roughly guessed the situation. Wrinkles naturally formed on my forehead.
My throat was dry. As I moved toward the kitchen, I saw a small note hanging on the white table, attached to a heart-shaped clip that rose above it. I instinctively thought it was a note Haru left. Bending over, I picked up the note.
Even at a glance, the round and pretty handwriting reminded me of Haru.
“Even your handwriting looks like you.”
Suppressing the rising laughter, I followed the writing that resembled Haru.
「You slept so deeply. I couldn’t wake you up, so I went to work alone. Sorry.
I wanted to change your shirt at least. But you’re too big and heavy. It’s really impossible for me alone.」
Reading the note, a sigh-like laughter burst out of my slightly open mouth. From the time I first met you nine years ago, I must have always been this big. Well, sorry for being big and heavy…
Fixing the thin upper lip that had risen, I continued reading the rest of the note.
「There’s cereal on the table, and there’s milk and yogurt in the fridge. Mix it according to your taste and eat it. I usually eat light for breakfast, so there’s nothing special. Sorry. Call me when you wake up.
Today will be busy again, but still, my heart is…
Please don’t break, and sleep well today.」
On the small note, she neatly packed her feelings.
She must have been busy getting ready for work in the morning, but I couldn’t help feeling moved by Haru’s heart that went to work quietly without making a sound.
By the way, when on earth did I fall asleep?
Shaking my head from side to side, no memories came rushing back. The message from Haru in the note, asking to call her when I wake up, came to mind, and I picked up my phone.
It was well past 10 o’clock. I pressed the screen to dial Haru’s name, but hesitated. A chill ran down my spine.
12 missed calls from Secretary Yoon?
Above that record, today’s scheduled appointments came to mind. I was supposed to meet Secretary Yoon in the hotel lobby at 10 AM for a schedule report and have a pre-meeting in the broadcasting station meeting room for a casting proposal with an actor until 11 AM.
The 12 missed calls from Secretary Yoon were a warning that I was at risk of completely messing up all these schedules.
There was no time to spare. I quickly combed my messy hair back a few times and hurriedly left through the front door.
I started the car parked on the first floor of Haru’s mansion, and quickly dialed Secretary Yoon. Anticipating that the words pouring out would be too vivid, I didn’t forget to lower the volume of the speakerphone.
As soon as the call rang just once, Secretary Yoon’s voice flowed out. No, it didn’t flow out—it burst out.
“Director, where are you now? Are you deliberately ruining all the schedules for today? Why aren’t you answering the phone? If there’s a reason, you should’ve told me in advance so that I could have obtained permission and coordinated…”
“Secretary Yoon, I’m really sorry. I’ve been hearing apologies from you too often these days, and that’s also sorry. No, I shouldn’t have taken on a role like a secretary in the first place.”
“Director, I’m not saying all that right now…”
“I’ll go to the hotel right away. I’ll pick up Secretary Yoon and head straight to the broadcasting station. We can still make it for the meeting.”
“Director.”
“I’ll explain when we meet. I’m sorry.”
I quickly hung up the phone. The body that had relaxed not long ago suddenly felt tense again due to the rapid contraction caused by the filled tension.
As I arrived near the hotel main gate, Secretary Yoon was standing in the distance with an expression that seemed to say, ‘I’m really angry,’ written all over her face.
I thought about greeting her with a smile, but then I remembered that such a method had never worked before. Instead, I greeted her with a bow.
With a casual smile to go along.
Secretary Yoon, unexpectedly, didn’t say anything and just stared at me for a moment, then climbed into the passenger seat and said one thing.
“I think you like that outfit. I vividly remember you wore it at the Busan lecture hall yesterday.”
Ah, she cleverly made a playful remark.
Male lead first thought she played hard to get, only to realize she
really disliked him
Short intro:
What she can’t stand the most is the streets full of effeminate men, especially that so-called top beauty whom she avoids at all costs.
Shen Yaoxing looks at Jiang Mingyue, who keeps approaching her with coy shyness.
Shen Yaoxing: Bro, don’t be like this, I’m really about to throw up!
She fears nothing in heaven or earth, except for him getting close to her.
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At first he thought she was just using the trick of feigning indifference to attract his attention. Later, he learned that she truly despised him.
This dealt a heavy blow to Jiang Mingyue, and he vowed to make her, like everyone else, fall at his feet in worship!
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Synopsis:
Before transmigrating, Shen Yaoxing only wanted to find a reliable man to spend her life with. Who knew that after transmigrating, she would become a reliable woman herself…
A forced misandrist, highly skilled, and reliable female lead
vs.
An initially aloof and arrogant, later morbid, obsessed male lead
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