Over the past few weeks, Dajeong realized with her entire body that Taesang tried to stick to her whenever he had the chance.
When driving, it was his hand; when sitting on the sofa, it was his shoulder; and even when sleeping, he almost clung to her entire body.
Whenever there was even a brief moment when they should be apart, he patiently waited and then stuck to her again like a magnet.
“Well then, stay still for real.”
Dajeong said, letting go of her restraint. Taesang nodded on her neck in response.
Dajeong picked up a large plate and started washing the dishes.
She felt his hair pouring forward softly as she gently brushed it.
Just as she thought he might be bowing his head, Taesang pressed his lips firmly on her neck.
It was a deep kiss, as if embedding emotions and pressing affectionately. Dajeong loved his gestures like that.
Smooth foam filling the gaps between fingers, his scent brushing against her nose.
She involuntarily smiled, feeling that Taesang was unusually quiet.
Normally, he would roam around her neck greedily, exploring everywhere. But now, he was frozen like a statue, lips pressed against her neck.
“Pung.”
Understanding his actions, Dajeong burst into a small laugh.
Is this his way of staying still? The prankish gesture of the rough man tickled her heart pleasantly.
“Are you protesting now? Staying still?”
Dajeong spoke with a voice full of laughter. Then, the thick lips that pressed on her neck seemed to spread flat. Taesang smiled as if keeping his lips against her.
It was so delightful to sense his laughter through the sound of breathing, the feeling of his lips. Dajeong gently leaned her head on Taesang’s head.
“You don’t have to stay still now. Ice, cleared.”
As she playfully spoke, this time Taesang laughed out loud. Exhaling a thin breath, he leaned his chin on her shoulder. It was a slow and gentle movement.
“Ha… I get strange when I’m next to you…”
His voice was like someone drunk or overwhelmed with something, full of a sense of swelling.
“That’s a good thing…”
Dajeong couldn’t finish her sentence. The thick lips pressed on the edge of her neck again.
“Sprouting from somewhere…”
He slowly moved up along her neck. Each time his lips moved slightly, small kisses were scattered across her neck.
“Driving me crazy, both head and body.”
In no time, the lips beyond the jawline clasped the thin lip line. Pressing hotly, then dropping regretfully. After moving for a while, he gently turned his head.
Taesang’s face appeared in front of her, and his lips brushed softly. Dajeong felt like her heart was about to burst. Breathing out thinly, he slowly pressed his lips.
Delicate and cautious. Like someone who doesn’t know what to do with something precious.
Dajeong tightly closed her trembling eyelids.
The tender flesh gently folded, and the breath mixed sweetly. Perhaps it was due to the slow movement. It felt as if Taesang was sliding into my lips.
Gradually becoming dazed, he slowly released the grip from his hand that was around my waist.
Is he asking me to turn around? While kissing him, Dajeong slowly turned her body. Wobbling on tiptoe, she turned, and Taesang turned his head back accordingly.
Finally, Dajeong stood completely facing him.
Suddenly, Taesang’s movements became intense. The force pressing on her head pushed it backward, and her waist swayed.
Dajeong urgently grabbed his waist. Her damp hand was concerned about grabbing just a bit of clothing, but Taesang pressed his hand firmly on her waist.
A small handprint was imprinted on the white shirt. Dajeong groped and wrapped her hands around his broad back.
Taesang tightly embraced Dajeong, mixing their breaths continuously.
It was a perfect kiss that captured everything, including breath and heartbeat.
The next morning, Dajeong, enjoying her day off, leisurely started her morning.
As she finished showering and came out, she saw Taesang making coffee in the kitchen. Today, being Sunday, was one of the rare days Dajeong and he could rest together.
Dajeong stood at a distance and looked at him.
Perhaps the long kiss from last night was on her mind. Just looking at him made her mouth dry as if saliva evaporated.
“Do you want coffee?”
After standing silently for a while, Taesang spoke first.
“Yes? Oh, yes…”
Dajeong replied awkwardly and moved her steps. He had already changed into light home wear, showing that he had gotten up sometime.
“What do you want for breakfast?”
“Well… I don’t know. How about bread and salad?”
Dajeong said, hugging him lightly from the side. In the clean atmosphere of the morning, his embrace felt refreshingly pleasant.
“Wait a moment.”
After saying that, Taesang slowly released Dajeong’s arm.
He took out a pack of salad and cherry tomatoes from the refrigerator.
Quickly washing the vegetables, making coffee, taking out bread from the shelf.
He swiftly accomplished several tasks at once. It seemed like he was concentrating on one thing while thinking about the next.
Male lead Asks for a Divorce Every Day
It’s not often you come across a plot like this in the female-dominant genre — make sure to check it out!
This is a novel I’m planning to reread as well.
The male lead is strong, skilled in martial arts, and not the usual fragile type you often see in matriarchal novels.
Meanwhile, the female lead is a scientist—rational and logical. Even when she falls for the male lead, she doesn’t let her emotions cloud her decisions.
If you push through the first few chapters, you’ll gradually find the story really intriguing.
It has a mix of mystery, detective elements, and romance.
The author’s writing style is like crafting a puzzle—except they deliberately leave out a few pieces, making it hard to predict what happens next, yet keeping you hooked.
In the end, everything will come together and be explained.
One-sentence summary: Wife, stop playing with beakers and look at me!
In a laboratory accident, research scientist Zhu Wansheng accidentally travels to a matriarchal world. The original owner of the body is an eighteen-year-old only daughter of a wealthy rouge merchant, already married with a handsome young man.
Zhu Wansheng grins: Nice! She always said she was heaven’s favorite granddaughter. After a life of toil in her previous life, she can enjoy blessings in this one.
However, her joy lasts no more than three seconds as bad news arrives: the original owner’s family is about to go bankrupt, and her husband wants a divorce.
Even worse, she’s stuck with a research system full of restrictions.
Zhu Wansheng: ? Is this the destiny of a research dog?
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Faced with this mess, Zhu Wansheng pours herself a bowl of wine to drown her sorrows. In her drunken haze, her husband arrives.
His figure is imposing, holding a long sword, with a dignified air that captivates Zhu Wansheng.
Gu Yingqing, however, looks at the alcohol-reeking Zhu Wansheng with undisguised disgust and coldly asks, “Divorce or not?” The intoxicated Zhu Wansheng mumbles vaguely, “I think… it’s not… it’s not… impossible!”
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The next day, after sobering up, Zhu Wansheng is full of energy, rolling up her sleeves ready to make a big move. As for yesterday? She has no memory of it.
Zhu Wansheng is ambitious; a research dog fears nothing!
Upgrading rouge, extracting fragrances, producing perfumes, researching lipsticks… all shall bow to the power of modern technology!
The original owner’s dying rouge shop is revitalized. Her mother is pleased and with a wave of her hand, passes on the family business to her. As she takes control and her experimental results gain popularity, it’s the pinnacle of her life…
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But there are always those who can’t stand to see her doing well. Jealousy, scheming, assassination attempts – they want nothing less than her life.
The person who has always kept his distance from her suddenly holds her tightly in his arms, eyes full of concern.
She is unharmed, but he falls into a pool of blood…
Zhu Wansheng feels guilty, “I can grant you one wish.”
Gu Yingqing tentatively circles his arms around her, carefully resting his head in the crook of her neck, pleading softly, “I regret it. Can we not divorce?”
Zhu Wansheng: ? When did I agree to a divorce?
[Small Theater]
The newly developed rouge is beautifully packaged, and Zhu Wansheng is eager to try it.
Gu Yingqing suddenly appears: “My lady, may I apply it for you?”
Cool fingertips lightly brush her lips. His Adam’s apple bobs as he leans in for a light bite.
Zhu Wansheng: ?
Gu Yingqing: It smells so good, I wanted to taste it…
On a warm spring day, Zhu Wansheng tries a new perfume: “Spring Night.” Gu Yingqing corners her against a wall.
Warm breath lingers on her neck.
“My lady, from now on, may I test the fragrances for you?”
[Humorous female scientist vs scheming live-in son-in-law male lead]
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