Despite her normally polite nature and Doha’s indication to sit in the back seat, she found herself sitting in the front. Fortunately, Doha didn’t say much, merely raising his eyebrows at her action.
Sitting in the front, she stole glances at Doha’s sharp profile. When their eyes met, she was startled and quickly looked away, suppressing the urge to thank him. It seemed like an unnecessary gesture to this man.
Impressed by the spotless interior of the car, Haeyeon marveled until Doha’s unexpected comment made her swallow hard.
“Don’t misunderstand. There’s no other intention.”
This man was full of surprising words and actions.
Throughout the ride, Haeyeon was lost in thought about Doha’s single comment. She had never been this preoccupied with someone’s words before.
“This too, don’t misunderstand.”
As they entered Dobong District, Doha said, trying to clarify his familiarity with the route. Haeyeon almost laughed at his comment and had to bite her lip.
“I just have a good memory. I remember things well after seeing them once.”
Unable to respond, Haeyeon widened her eyes, then regained her composure. Pretending to straighten the wrinkles in her bag, she tried to appear calm. They arrived at her house before she knew it.
“Thank you.”
Haeyeon nodded slightly, showing her gratitude. Unsure of his exact age but knowing he must be older, she maintained politeness.
As she got out of the car, Doha also stepped out of the driver’s seat. When their eyes met, Doha smiled slightly. Haeyeon reflexively scanned his eyes.
“……!”
For the first time, the usually stern-faced Cha Doha was genuinely smiling. His smile, more radiant than his faint smile earlier, had a significant impact on Haeyeon. It was the first time she had seen a man smile so splendidly.
Contrasted with his usual cold demeanor, his smile was so captivating that she wished he would keep smiling just a bit longer.
“I won’t answer since it’s something I’ll hear tomorrow anyway.”
“……?”
Confused by his words, Haeyeon blinked rapidly, and Doha smiled again. She was quite astonished to find that a man’s smile could be so beautiful. The adult men she had seen growing up were mostly relatives, not particularly pleasant-looking.
To Haeyeon, who had only seen their smiles, Doha’s was unfamiliar yet fascinating. She was unexpectedly pleased and blushed at the sight of an adult man’s smile.
“Then, then!”
As Doha turned to go back to his car, Haeyeon called out impulsively, her face turning red again, this time covering her cheeks with her hands.
“Tomor, tomorrow, would you like to have tea?”
She knew her work would end at 2 AM the next day too. Inviting someone for tea at that hour was utterly insane.
“At this time?”
Doha teased her with a playful smile, and Haeyeon felt her whole body turn red.
“2 AM is a perfect time for tea. Senior……”
After speaking, Haeyeon was surprised at her own boldness and hung her head, feeling ticklish inside. The silence stretched, and Haeyeon looked up in confusion.
Doha’s long eyes were softly curved as he looked at her. Haeyeon felt her heart pounding audibly. Never before had she felt such an intense heartbeat, and she awkwardly rolled her eyes, feeling awkward.
She didn’t notice that Doha had come closer.
“Could you call me one more time?”
His soft voice in the still dawn made Haeyeon want to cover her eyes. She couldn’t muster the courage to look at him directly; she was too embarrassed and wanted to rush into her house.
“Sen, Sen….”
“I can’t do it.” Embarrassed and flustered, Haeyeon trailed off.
“……baenim.”
“Right, Haeyeon.”
“……!”
His voice, which had been like a hay pile, had suddenly turned sweet. Haeyeon wasn’t sure if Doha had sugar on his lips or honey in her ears. Startled by the unexpected sweetness in his voice, she stumbled backward.
Haeyeon, who had almost fallen, found herself comfortably nestled in something warm. Realizing she was in Doha’s arms and that the pleasant air in the car was his scent, she felt like she might twist up with tension. She wished someone would douse her burning cheeks with cold water. As if granting her wish, Doha gently cupped her cheek with his cool hand. Haeyeon glanced at his kindly smiling face, then awkwardly lowered her head.
Listening to her heart pounding rhythmically, she was pulled closer again, and Doha’s soothing baritone voice filled her ears.
“Go to bed early.”
“…….?”
“And stop studying so much.”
Whispered softly, these words made Haeyeon curl up in his embrace. The electric sensation throughout her body made her legs weak, and she was unable to respond. Haeyeon looked at Doha’s face, smiling beautifully, and shook her head.
Only later did Haeyeon wonder how Doha knew her schedule. And much later, she realized that such things were never important.
What mattered was the heart they were falling into for each other.
It didn’t matter who fell first. Haeyeon thought that living might be for a single encounter with someone. Sometimes, a single glance was enough to recognize each other.
Thus, it was impossible for her not to love Doha.
He approached her, who had nothing and no family, without flaunting his family. And so, Haeyeon gave him her heart.
And Haeyeon never regretted that decision.
My Ex-Girlfriend Is The Regent In The Female-dominant World (Male lead transmigrates to the matriarchal world)
Two years ago, Gu Sui picked up a homeless woman in ancient costume from the street.
Apart from occasionally claiming to be a princess from a female-dominant country due to illness, her figure, appearance, intelligence, and martial arts skills were impeccable.
Naturally evolving from roommates to girlfriends, as time went on, Gu Sui found it increasingly difficult to tolerate her queen syndrome.
“Mu Jiulu, can you stop controlling me inside and out? Let’s break up.”
Gu Sui made a breakup call, and since then, he couldn’t find any trace of her.
A year later, Gu Sui, who was planning to move, woke up the next day and found himself in a different place.
“Young Master, today is the day you choose your Wife-master through martial arts competition at Jade Dew Pavilion. Please get up quickly.”
Gu Sui: Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
As the only son of a general’s mansion in a female-dominant dynasty, the young empress personally issued a decree allowing Gu Sui to select his Wife-master through martial arts competition. Whoever could defeat him could marry him.
Gu Sui: “……”
He didn’t inherit the original owner’s martial prowess, so anyone could defeat him! And what the hell is a Wife-master?
Forced to come to Jade Dew Pavilion, the densely packed women below made Gu Sui’s agoraphobia act up, and his face was full of resistance.
Until he saw the Regent sitting on the second floor, with a smile on the corner of her lips, her eyes wicked and nonchalant.
Hmm… she looked a little familiar.
It turned out that the Regent also found him a little familiar.
Mu Jiulu fiddled with her bone clasp, her deep gaze locked on the man who was out of place in this world.
“Finally, I found you.”
Male transmigrates into female-dominant world
One-sentence summary: What goes around comes around, taking turns in the crematorium
