“Are you drunk? Are you?!”
Ra-jin swallowed a sigh while looking at the shattered wine glass. What a nuisance she had caused.
“Are you okay?”
The man, who was just in front of the refrigerator, had seemingly teleported to help Ra-jin stand up. He quickly checked her face and then her legs and feet for any injuries. Fortunately, her long pants saved her legs, but her right hand looked as if it was wearing a red glove.
“I’m sorry. I’ll replace the wine glass with a similar one.”
“Don’t be sorry. The concern is whether you are hurt.”
His words, dismissing the importance of the wine glass, reminded her of a childhood incident when she broke her mother’s teacup. Her mother had hugged her, saying it was okay as long as she wasn’t hurt. Why did that memory come to mind now, pointlessly?
“Let me see your hand.”
He quickly took out a handkerchief and wrapped it around Ra-jin’s hand.
A sky-blue cloth peeked out between his large hands, quickly becoming stained red.
“Does it hurt a lot?”
“A little.”
“We’ll apply medicine after stopping the bleeding.”
Her hand had soaked the handkerchief quite fast, indicating a deep cut. She worried if it might require stitches.
As Ra-jin shifted her feet, the rustling sound drew Kang Ji-ho’s attention to the floor. The wine glass had shattered into tiny, almost invisible pieces, scraping against the soles of her slippers.
At that moment, Ji-ho pointed towards the sofa.
“It would be dangerous if you fell here.”
“I’m sorry for making a mess in your mother’s studio.”
The cream-colored marble floor was in chaos, and she was unable to clean it up due to her injured hand. Feeling helpless, Ra-jin could only apologize repeatedly.
“Don’t worry about it.”
“But still.”
“Here, hold this.”
As Ji-ho’s hand withdrew, Ra-jin’s left hand, like a baton pass, covered her hand.
“I’ll be right back. Please hold it tight even if it hurts. It’s safer this way.”
Before she could object, she felt herself being lifted.
“Wait, I can walk…”
“You might have glass in your feet.”
His firm tone left no room for argument, and Ra-jin awkwardly flailed her feet.
“Is physical contact uncomfortable?”
“No! It’s not that. I’m just worried I might be heavy.”
“Not at all. If you move, we’ll both fall.”
Carrying her like a princess to the sofa seemed excessive, but Ra-jin had no choice. She stiffened up, unwilling to relax in his arms.
As he gently placed her down, she protested against sitting on the white sofa.
“No, not the sofa. It’s white!”
“It’s fine.”
“I don’t want to. Please, the floor!”
Resisting sitting on the sofa, she shook her head until he softly chuckled. The warm breath on her forehead made her hair stand on end.
“I’m setting you down now. Lean on me so you don’t fall.”
His words made her relax her stiff body. She felt drawn towards him, into his warm, solid embrace, which was not vast but comfortably spacious. She awkwardly bit her lip, feeling awkward in his arms.
Once safely on the floor, Ra-jin rubbed her cheek, missing his warmth.
“Is there any pain or discomfort?”
“None.”
“There might be glass in your foot. Stretch your leg, please.”
He turned on his phone’s flashlight and closely inspected her pants. She fidgeted under his meticulous care.
“Can you see this?”
“Yes!”
“It was stuck in the seam of your pants.”
From the hem of her knit pants, he picked out a thin crescent-shaped piece of glass and said, “I’ll bring a vacuum cleaner, please stay here.”
He propped Ra-jin up on the sofa and busied himself. After vacuuming the hem of her pants, he covered her hand with a towel and then cleaned up the marble floor, which had become a mess.
Despite several rounds with the vacuum cleaner, he even brought tape to meticulously remove any remaining pieces.
As Ra-jin watched, feeling incredibly embarrassed, she kept repeating, “I should be doing this,” while holding her hand.
Each time, Kang Ji-ho would just chuckle softly, and after finishing the dishes, he put them in the dishwasher.
“Let’s see your wound.”
Having finished cleaning, he strode over to her.
His hand, large and neat, even when wet, gently lifted the towel. Ra-jin alternately glanced at his hand and his prominent nose.
‘Is the cut deep?’
His furrowed brow made Ra-jin think of her next schedule.
‘Luckily, in a historical drama, I can cover it with a hanbok.’
As Ra-jin was trying to think positively, he remarked, “The wound isn’t deep, but there’s a lot of blood.”
He showed the size of the cut with his thumb and forefinger, letting out a short sigh.
He then got up and stood in front of a white wall. Pressing it firmly, a cabinet opened with a click sound. After searching the neatly arranged shelves, he brought out a fluffy wool blanket.
“It seems my mother didn’t leave any emergency medicine here.”
Adding that his mother doesn’t come every day, he draped the blanket over Ra-jin’s shoulders nonchalantly.
Suddenly, a soft sensation enveloped her, accompanied by a faint lavender scent. The throbbing pain seemed to dissipate.
A man who was cold yet warm, detached yet caring.
My Arch-enemy Sealed My Memory and Said That He is My Husband
This is an incredibly captivating story that you absolutely shouldn’t miss! I’ll give a brief introduction here, and below you’ll find a detailed synopsis of the plot.
The female lead is a fierce and powerful demon king. The male lead is a once-in-a-millennium celestial lord, admired by the entire cultivation world.
They are equally matched, legendary rivals who have battled for centuries.
In the final duel, the female lead is gravely injured. The male lead saves her, seals her memories, and hides her true identity. He tells her that he is her fiancé. His entire life has been flawless—except for the one thing he never expected, never controlled, and never wanted to control: falling for his greatest enemy. She is his inner demon, his obsession.
When the female lead regains her memories, she is furious at his deception.
She makes his life a living hell.
And somehow, the male lead—possibly a total masochist—doesn’t mind at all. In fact, he’s happy she’s paying attention to him.
Yep, we’re back to my favorite trope: male lead suffering. If you love this kind of story, jump into the pit with me now!!!
Intro
Dong Xia lost her memory.
Her handsome and extremely powerful fiancé Li Qing comforted her: “It’s okay if you can’t remember. I’ll always be with you.”
Everyone thought Dong Xia’s ancestors must have burned incense to get such a perfect fiancé. He was the number one person in the immortal realm, yet he remained chaste and only loved her.
…
The day before marrying her fiancé, Dong Xia finally remembered everything.
She wasn’t suffering from memory loss at all.
Her arch-enemy had made her fake her death, destroyed her cultivation, replaced her memories, and pretended to be her deeply in love fiancé.
No wonder he said, “It’s okay if you can’t remember”!
Dong Xia laughed coldly as she pulled out her long knife: Li Qing, prepare to die 🙂
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Li Qing, as the supreme being of the immortal realm, was the people’s shining beacon.
The only unknown stain in his life was his affection for Dong Xia, the ruler of the demon realm.
In the final battle of the war between immortals and demons, the sky collapsed and the earth shattered. The ruler of the demon realm was finally slain under the sword of the supreme being of the immortal realm, and everyone in the immortal realm applauded.
The cultivation world lost a ruler of the demon realm.
And in the back mountain of Li Qing’s cave dwelling, he secretly hid away a fiancée.
Notes:
1. The female lead is white on the outside, black on the inside, and the queen of flattery; the male lead repeatedly tests the edge of darkness, a VIP guest at the crematorium.
2. Fantasy cultivation world setting.
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