“Because of me… Because of me…”
Tears filled Seo Ah’s eyes, streaming down her tender cheeks without end.
Meanwhile, Ha Joon, unable to show Seo Ah his wounds, hastily bandaged himself and approached her.
He bent down and gently wiped her tears away with his large hands, enveloping her face.
“Why would this be because of our Seo Ah? It’s not, so stop.”
“Then why all this… sob… happened…”
“…There was a bit of a scuffle. As you can see, only this part got a little hurt. The bruises will fade quickly.”
“Sob, so why did you… hiccup… fight…”
“…”
Ha Joon’s mind was troubled, wondering how to explain without alarming her.
“Kim Ji Young said… sob… you’re in danger because of me, hiccup…”
“…”
Ha Joon let out a faint chuckle.
He was supposed to meet Ji Young that day, but she canceled last minute, saying something came up.
Seok Hoon had relayed that Seo Ah said Ji Young didn’t say anything worrisome, but Ha Joon had expected she might have said something odd.
“I told you not to worry about what Kim Ji Young said. She was just trying to scare you.”
“Sob… Even if it’s not because of me, hiccup, I hate seeing you get hurt, wail~.”
Seo Ah couldn’t control her rising emotions and burst into tears.
Ha Joon then embraced her, gently patting her back.
As she sobbed uncontrollably in his arms, Ha Joon felt a pain sharper than the sting of antiseptic on his wound.
“I’m really okay. I’ve told you, as long as you’re by my side, I can handle anything.”
“Sob, don’t get hurt, please, sob…”
“Haah… Alright. I won’t get hurt anymore. So, stop crying.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Really. So stop now!”
Ha Joon gently wiped her tear-streaked face and kissed her lips lightly.
Seo Ah buried her face in his chest again, now self-conscious about her tear-stained face.
“But did you shower alone? What if water got into your wound…”
“I was careful not to let it. I should have told you.”
“I was worried you’d cry like this.”
“…Is the treatment done? Let me see.”
Seo Ah pushed him slightly, still unable to meet his eyes due to her self-consciousness.
“Why would you want to see it? You’ll dislike it.”
“…”
Seo Ah’s face, just calming down, turned sad again, and Ha Joon was at a loss.
“Don’t worry. It doesn’t hurt at all.”
“You were grimacing so much earlier…”
“That was because the disinfectant was strong. Now, it doesn’t hurt at all.”
“…When will it heal?”
“I’ll get the stitches out on Monday.”
“…I’ll wrap your bandage.”
Seo Ah took hold of the ends of the loosely wrapped bandage.
“Would you do that for me?”
Ha Joon, who had found bandaging a tricky area by himself, smiled gratefully.
Above all, he felt that offering to do this for her might help ease her feelings, even if just a little.
As Ha Joon sat on a chair, Seo Ah carefully unwrapped the hastily applied bandage and rewrapped it meticulously.
“I’ll help you shower from tomorrow morning until your wound heals, so just know that.”
“I can shower by myself…”
“No, you can’t. You always helped me shower when I was hurt or weak.”
“It might be dangerous…”
“What… what do you mean?”
“If our Seo Ah helps me, I might not be able to control myself, considering I have to stay still for the wound to heal quickly.”
Seo Ah’s face flushed red. It was an aspect she had genuinely not considered.
“Try to control yourself. You’re good at it.”
“That’s only when our Seo Ah’s body isn’t in perfect condition.”
“So it’s okay if your body isn’t in perfect condition?”
“Only this part is a bit hurt, everything else is too fine, especially my mind.”
Seo Ah couldn’t hide her embarrassment. She didn’t want to leave him to shower alone, but what to do?
“Maybe if I stay clothed, it’ll be fine? You can do what you can with one hand, and I’ll just help…”
Ha Joon squinted his eyes and stroked his chin.
“Hmm… won’t you get wet? Isn’t that even more provocative?”
“Pervert!!”
Seo Ah lightly hit his uninjured arm as Ha Joon’s eyes widened.
“What? What did you say? Pervert?”
Realizing what she had said, Seo Ah quickly finished taping the bandage and tried to step back, but Ha Joon wouldn’t let her go so easily.
He pulled her onto his lap.
“What’s a pervert to our Seo Ah? A pervert is what?”
“Just kidding…”
As Seo Ah struggled to escape his hold, Ha Joon wouldn’t let go. He restrained her easily with his other arm, careful not to move his injured one.
“But why can’t you look me in the eyes?”
“…”
“Look at me.”
As Ha Joon insistently sought eye contact, a flustered Seo Ah covered her face with her hands.
“Regretting after crying so much?”
Seo Ah nodded, her face still covered.
“You’re still beautiful, let me see your face.”
This time, Seo Ah shook her head vigorously.
“Should I exert force and worsen my wound?”
“…”
Eventually, Seo Ah had no choice but to uncover her face.
“Even swollen, you’re pretty. Our Seo Ah.”
Ha Joon gently rearranged her hair, hiding her face, and kissed her lips lightly.
“What else did Kim Ji Young say? Was that all?”
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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