“Please come in and wait.”
“……”
“I think I won’t be able to sleep because I’m worried about Miss Oh Su Hee.”
Is he saying this to make me misunderstand?
Or am I just misunderstanding it unnecessarily?
He has always had a knack for making conversations so confusing.
Unnecessarily making one’s heart flutter.
“Why would you be worried about me when I’m not causing any fuss?”
“How long can you leave a pregnant woman out in the rain?”
If the call doesn’t come, it seemed like Su Hee would even stay up all night in the corridor.
At this rate, it seemed like Seung Jo wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight either.
Moreover, he misunderstood that Su Hee was pregnant, so he couldn’t just leave her and go inside.
“No.”
I’m not pregnant!
She decided to just keep her mouth shut as it would be useless to say anything.
Since he thought she was pregnant, at least he wouldn’t do anything barbaric.
“Fine. I’ll take your hospitality without refusing.”
Hoping that it would be for a very short while, Su Hee changed into indoor slippers and stepped inside the room.
Her frozen body gradually felt like it was thawing due to the warm temperature.
Feeling awkward standing around the living room, Su Hee took a seat at the end of the sofa.
“Why don’t you take a shower first.”
A shower?
Su Hee was ready to stiffen up again, like a thorn that had just started to lie down.
Seung Jo, who immediately realized Su Hee’s thoughts, quickly added on to his words as if to prevent any misunderstanding.
“You must have come to Paris because of work, if you stay like this, you’ll catch a cold.”
Just as Seung Jo said, her wet hair was disheveled, and the halfdry blouse was damp beyond belief.
When the coldness receded, it felt like she was developing a fever as if it had been waiting.
“It’s fine. I don’t have any clothes to change into.”
Being wet was uncomfortable, but she didn’t want to shower and then put on the halfdry clothes again.
At her words, Seung Jo walked into the room and came back with a white shirt in his hand.
“Your pants don’t seem to be too wet, so at least change into this shirt.”
“I’m really fine. Eww!”
“You don’t look fine at all. Go take a shower.”
Ugh.
Su Hee sniveled and took the shirt from Seung Jo.
It seemed better to change her clothes for tomorrow’s shooting.
Stepping into the shower booth in the bathroom, Su Hee entrusted her body to the hot water stream she had so longed for.
“It’s warm.”
It would have been perfect if it were her hotel room, but where is this?
She could have been waiting outside until the call came.
“A call should come soon.”
What if the call doesn’t come?
She decided to deal with the worst situation later and focus on warming up her chilled body for now.
After showering, Su Hee came out of the bathroom, rolling up her sleeves just enough for her fingertips to be visible.
“I’ve used the bathroom.”
Upon hearing Su Hee’s voice, Seung Jo, who was sitting on the living room sofa, turned his head.
Although it was a largesized white shirt for Su Hee to wear, it suited her as if it were her own clothes.
The slender and fragilelooking neck line revealed through the open shirt and the pale wrist protruding from the sleeve were visible.
Feeling the gaze fixed on her, Su Hee awkwardly scratched her cheek with her index finger.
“Um, do you have something to say?”
“No.”
Seung Jo, who had averted his gaze, was approached by Su Hee.
As she sat on the sofa across from Seung Jo, he asked.
“Have you had dinner?”
Su Hee, who was leaning her upper body on the sofa, answered weakly.
“Do you think I’d be hungry after getting pickpocketed and walking around in the rain?”
Gurgle.
For a moment, the hotel room fell into a silence as if a mouse had died.
The silence was due to Su Hee’s stomach clock.
“I’m hungry, without any shame.”
Seemingly, her weakness was due to hunger.
“I’ll order room service.”
“……Thank you.”
“Do you want anything specific? Or, is there something you don’t like.”
“I eat well without being picky.”
Seung Jo went into the room with the menu that had been on the table to order room service.
Only after hearing him talk with the front desk did Su Hee cover her flushed face with her hands.
“Ah, I must be crazy.”
Why did her stomach have to rumble there.
“I just came to eat.”
She didn’t expect to shower and eat here.
And she didn’t even think she would end up sleeping here.
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She said she wasn’t picky, but he didn’t expect him to order so much food.
Hotel staff kept piling food onto the side table.
It was safe to say that he ordered almost everything on the menu.
“Enjoy your meal.”
With a friendly smile, the staff member left the hotel room pulling an empty trolley.
Seated in front of the side table, Seung Jo spoke.
“Please eat a lot. It seemed like you were very hungry from the sound earlier.”
“No matter how hungry I am, I can’t eat all this.”
“I didn’t order it for you to eat everything. I just ordered everything because I didn’t know what you’d like, Miss Oh Su Hee.”
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
