There was still no response from him.
But she couldn’t just leave someone trembling in front of her eyes.
Prodia unknowingly grumbled.
“Sigh, there won’t be any clothes to change him into.”
Irtis changes his clothes with magic.
‘My clothes won’t fit him anyway. Should I borrow from the landlady?’
It looked like the old lady lived alone; would there be men’s clothes?
Prodia got up from her seat.
As she was leaving the room, she said to Irtis,
“Just get up, really.”
Still, there was no answer.
Gulp.
Prodia opened the door and came out.
Facing the long corridor, she looked around.
‘Where is the old lady’s room?’
Then, a noise came from downstairs.
Prodia went down to the first floor.
The old woman, who had said she was resting earlier, was sweeping.
Prodia approached her.
“Excuse me, ma’am?”
The old woman stopped sweeping and looked at Prodia.
“Huh? I told you to rest. Why are you wandering around? You need to conserve your energy to nurse the sick.”
“Do you have any clothes the patient can change into?”
Pause.
The old woman was silent for a moment at that question.
Then she nodded right away.
“Come with me.”
The two went up to the second floor and stood in front of the last room.
“This is my room.”
The old woman opened the door.
It was a simple but comfortable space.
The old woman opened an old wardrobe and began looking for clothes.
A pleasant scent flowed out.
The old woman picked the cleanest white garment, which looked like men’s clothing, too big for her to wear, and handed it to Prodia.
“Here, take this.”
“This is….”
“It belonged to my husband when he was alive; is it okay?”
Saying so, the old lady smiled wistfully.
I guess.
Prodia hesitated, to which the old lady added,
“My husband was a wizard. The first day he arrived here, he suffered from magical backlash.”
Ah, of course.
Prodia couldn’t say a word.
Then the old lady smiled, placing the clothes in Prodia’s hand.
“I know well because I’ve experienced it. He’ll get up quickly. Don’t worry too much.”
“Um… thank you.”
“I’m not sure if it’ll fit your boyfriend. He looked taller than my husband.”
At that, Prodia’s face changed again.
“He’s neither my husband nor my boyfriend.”
“Heavens, but you take care of him so wholeheartedly? What’s the relationship between you two?”
“If he’s sick, it becomes a problem for me. If I just change his clothes, he’ll recover on his own.”
“Yes, yes. Go on then.”
Saying so, the old lady smiled kindly.
She didn’t seem to believe at all that they weren’t in a romantic relationship.
She bought a useless misunderstanding.
Prodia returned to the room where Irtis was.
She hung the clothes given by the noblewoman on a chair.
Now, she had to take off the blouse Irtis was wearing.
But.
Why does she feel so nervous?
“Sigh.”
She let out a deep sigh.
Despite having encountered such situations more than once during her several volunteer activities.
‘Of course. He has terrifying magical powers, who knows if he’ll unconsciously cast a fireball just because his clothes were taken off.’
Let’s finish this as quickly as possible.
Prodia took a deep breath and sat on the bed where Irtis was lying.
The wet blouse was now completely sticking to his body.
Beyond that, his solid chest muscles and abs were visible.
But Prodia’s expression showed no change as she watched.
She unbuttoned Irtis’s buttons one by one with an indifferent expression.
Snap. Snap.
She then gently lifted Irtis and peeled off his wet clothes.
During all this, Irtis still hadn’t opened his eyes.
Only his raspy, harsh breathing filled the room.
Soon, his firm, welldefined torso was exposed.
But Prodia was not at all impressed.
Just, assessing Irtis’s body as if evaluating its quality.
‘He has a nice body. He’s indeed center material.’
That was the end of it.
Next, Prodia picked up a towel she had prepared.
Changing him directly into fresh clothes wasn’t possible, as he had sweated too much.
Prodia sighed.
‘Ha, won’t my reputation be spared a bit with this?’
And immediately, she sneaked a peek at her status window.
But of course, her reputation had not decreased by even 1.
Well, of course.
She glanced at Irtis.
‘You really need to know how much I’m struggling. Just wake up.’
But even while grumbling, Prodia carefully wiped every inch of his body.
It was then, as she was rubbing his neck with the towel.
Twitch.
A small reaction came from his finger, which had been motionless all this time.
But Prodia, busy tending to him, didn’t notice it at all.
It was when her hand with the towel came down to his chest.
Unknowingly, Prodia’s fingertip touched Irtis’s skin.
Snap.
Suddenly, something grabbed Prodia’s wrist.
“Huh?”
Startled, Prodia quickly looked up.
Irtis, who had woken up, was staring at her with wide eyes.
He slowly asked Prodia.
“……What are you doing?”
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
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