Winter laughed at her words as if it were absurd. He thought it was an absurd statement. Does it make sense that the two of them are becoming similar?
Violet, who didn't know what he was thinking, looked relieved as she looked at Winter's leg, which had clearly improved.
"Then you can go out now. You wanted to go to work, right?"
"To the point where it's crazy. I didn't know I liked my job this much."
"I guess you can go to work tomorrow."
"I think so."
Violet, who had been at home for a while and didn't have to wait for him, deliberately smiled brightly, hiding her slight disappointment.
"You can go to work right now if you want."
"Not right now."
"Is it so?"
It was a face that had something to hope for. Now he knows that much. Winter walked into the garden. He unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled up his shirt to his forearms. Then Violet climbed up the ladder, reached out to the apple tree she was picking, and picked some fruit.
Violet looked at him indifferently, and for a moment thought that maybe she really liked his body as Winter said. As he turned his shoulders, she kept seeing the muscles that twisted his shirt. For some reason, Violet felt like she wanted to take off that shirt, so Violet was startled by her own promiscuous thoughts and quickly turned around.
Violet turned around and asked Winter a question.
"Is there anything you wish for?"
"Do you think so?"
"It seemed so.
Then Winter looked towards Violet. Then he turned and walked in front of Violet and looked at the apple she had taken a bite of, which she held in both her hands.
"Ate it all?"
"I ate it all. I guess I ate too much earlier..."
"I have no excuses. My Princess will only eat it if she cuts it beautifully next to her."
As Winter said this, he took Violet's apple, deliberately found the spot where she had bitten, and began to chew and eat it. Juice ran down his wrist and Violet stopped it when Winter brought it to her mouth.
"You have a handkerchief."
"I know."
Winter answered calmly. He asked Violet, who thought about him for a moment.
"Are you flirting, perhaps?"
Then Winter said as if it was absurd.
"Or what does it look like?"
"I see."
Winter said, wiping his arms with his handkerchief.
"Still, I noticed it for some reason."
"Because you sent so many signals."
"It's not unfair to say that I wasn't the only one who studied."
After finishing speaking, Winter hugged Violet's waist with one arm. Then Violet covered her mouth with both hands.
"It's outside. Let's go back to the bedroom first."
"Why should I do that?"
Winter refused and kissed Violet's palm loudly. When she took her hand away in surprise, he pressed her lips together this time. The sweet scent of apples spread first, and then his tongue came in. Winter's hand supported her back as Violet's steps fell back under his weight. She could feel the heat of Winter's hands through her thin dress. Violet felt like her mind was spinning.
'It's getting hotter.'
She blamed the weather. She suddenly felt so hot that she was sweating.
Winter parted his lips and looked at Violet, stroking her back with his hand.
"You said my body was aesthetically pleasing, right? Aren't you curious about what your body looks like to me?"
"What do you think?"
"I want to take it off and lick and bite it here and there all day. Everything from forehead to heels."
Violet's eyes widened at his words. Winter continued, looking into her eyes as if he was seeing someone who was really in trouble.
"I've been reading a lot of books lately, right? So I was thinking about your language."
"That's a lot, my conscience..."
"Anyway. I thought you and I should agree on the language we use. Now that I think about it, I don't know if aesthetic beauty and wanting to bite and suck all day are the same thing."
"Not at all. I have never said anything 50 unwholesome."
"I will find out little by little. It means the same thing."
"I said no!"
Violet, who grew up receiving a stuffy education, was embarrassed and raised her voice without realizing it. Then Winter came closer to her and asked.
"Why not? Have you ever complimented someone else's body in your life?"
"No, that's rude."
Violet must have felt something later and stopped moving. Winter looked satisfied.
"Now you understand. At your level, it was such an obscene thing to say, but an aesthetically beautiful thing to say."
Winter thought of a way to translate Violet's words into her own language. The fact that she said he was her first love may also mean that the moment they met, it felt like they had fallen into a space where no sound could be heard. So, it might be the same feeling he had.
Everything in the world turns pitch black, and all sounds are swallowed up in silence. Just that moment when she stood there like an angel.
But when he thought about it again, he realized that wasn't true either. There's no way she felt the same way he did. She will never be able to understand his own feelings. That was the difference between the days he lived.
Violet Lawrence, who shares cookies and milk with the house elf, cannot share the same feelings of loneliness as Winter Blooming, who thinks that if the house elf existed, he would grab it and lock it up.
Even if two people use the same word, love, the meaning will definitely be different.
Winter opened his mouth.
"I think we need rules between us too."
"What are the rules?"
"From now on, reconciliation will take place in bed."
Violet asked with a puzzled expression upon his words.
"What if it's not a matter of reconciliation? Maybe I'm mad, maybe you're mad..."
"When you get angry, I get down on my knees and beg you. When I get angry, you drag me to bed. And the rule is that if we both do something wrong, we should make up in bed."
"..."
"Agree."
"I don't know what the agreement was, but this time..."
"What?"
"I assume you're angry."
She thought for a moment what Winter meant by Violet's words. But she belatedly realized what he meant as he grabbed her wrist and headed towards the bed.
As soon as he climbed the stairs and entered the bed, Winter took off his shirt.
Violet first tried to close the window by meticulously closing the curtains, but before she could, she was caught by Winter and dragged to the bed.
***
Winter fell asleep in Violet's room that night. As long as he fell asleep with Violet, he slept as sweetly as a child.
Maybe that's why Violet often wakes up first, and today was the same.
Violet groaned, raised her upper body, and smiled involuntarily when she saw Winter's sleeping face with wrinkles between his eyebrows.
"Why do you look like this?"
She was told not to touch him while he was sleeping, but when she saw him sleeping, she strangely felt like she wanted to touch him.
And maybe, just a little bit. She didn't hate Winter's eyes that were looking at her painfully, filled with lust overflowing from that touch.
As expected, it wasn't long before Winter muttered.
"Here we go again."
"You slept well..."
Before Violet could finish speaking, Winter grabbed her wrist and laid her on the bed.
Violet asked calmly.
"What are you doing?"
"It's a habit to touch people who are sleeping."
"I hate you too much."
"You like me too much. I hate it when you wake me up like that and don't take responsibility. Most of the time, I can't do what I want to do at night."
"Because you want something weird. Why would you do such a thing? Are you the baby?"
"Men tend to be a bit immature when it comes to their hearts."
As Winter shrugged his shoulders, Violet pushed his face away with both hands and said.
"Don't try to say those lewd things again and go to work."
"Is this obscene? If I tell you everything I want, you'll faint."
"So don't say it."
Violet looked like she didn't even want to think about what rude things her husband might do to her. Winter asked, amused by her expression.
"Rather, what are you going to do today?"
"I'm going to see a play. I told you I didn't want to see you. I will come back and summarize it for you."
"Isn't it obvious? Who wants to watch a play on words over a bonfire? They said it would last three hours."
Winter hated being separated from his wife, but going to work, which he had been looking forward to, was better than contemplating a three-hour bonfire.
Violet got up, afraid that Winter might catch her going to see a play.
"You lie down longer. I'll make you breakfast."
Winter, who was saying that, stopped, looked back at Violet, and asked.
"Is it rude if your husband makes breakfast for you?"
"Are you kidding?"
"I'm serious."
"No, no one would think that way."
Of course, no noble would cook breakfast with their own hands unless they were poor enough, but it was definitely not rude.
After speaking seriously, Violet Immediately asked as if she was worried.
"You're not just going to bring boiled broccoli, are you?"
At her concern, Winter made a sound that sounded like he was holding back laughter.
Then Violet said, a little embarrassed.
"It wasn't a joke. Why are you smiling like that?"
In the middle, Winter burst into laughter and Violet sighed and covered her face with both hands.
Fortunately, Winter brought toast covered in sweet cheese for breakfast.
***
Harlin was desperate to interpret the book as quickly as possible.
However, the book contained more parts written in the archaic language of the Kanik clan than parts written in the common continental language.
Translating each word was not an ordinary task. While Harlin was suffering, Flip entered the room.
"Mr. Harlin."
Flip, who had called Harlin, was shocked.
Harlin, whose eyes were dark because she had stayed up all night reading a book, greeted him.
"Hello, Mr. Flip."
Three people know that Winter and Violet are switching bodies. Hayel, Jen, and Flip.
Among them, Flip, who worked at the capital hotel, was tasked with taking care of Harlin often.
Flip spoke in a friendly way to Harlin, who had a completely different vibe, but had similarities to Winter all over his features.
"We're not really short on time, so don't push yourself too hard. There is still a month left until the title succession ceremony, so there is still time."
"Still, it's a bit. I want to do it quickly. I feel like I'm indebted to him..."
His personality was definitely the opposite of Winter's. He seemed very shy, probably because he had been sick for a long time.
Harlin held out the notebook he had organized.
"Ah, here's a little bit of translation. Please tell the Lord."
"All right."
While Flip said goodbye and put a note in an envelope, Harlin asked.
"This isn't in the book. I heard that Lady Violet has a bad heart condition."
"Oh, yes. Often, the doctor will provide her with medication."
"Can I know when she started feeling sick?"
"She's been sick since you were young."
Flip looked at Harlin with a soft face as if asking why. Harlin then quickly shook his head.
"Nothing! Oh, I will enjoy the bread you brought me."
"Yes. I will come back again."
Flip said goodbye and left the room.
***
When Winter came to work after a long time, the employees who had been happy for a while suddenly became stiff. Winter took it for granted and sat down in his office.
He was so happy to be working after a long time.
Winter was so motivated that he participated in meetings and got things done without noticing time passing. At that time, Hayel handed him an envelope.
"Flip just brought me some of what Mr. Harlin translated."
Winter opened the envelope and checked its contents.
There was no particular content. It seems to be a chapter on how to become a partner, but he left it blank because he didn't know many of the words.
Excluding the blank spaces, it seemed to roughly mean that a relationship would only be established after mutual consent.
'Have we ever mutually agreed?'
As Winter narrowed his brows and thought, Hayel asked.
"Is this important?"
"Not really."
"Then there is something a little more important."
"What?"
When Winter asked, Hayel cautiously opened his mouth.
"Do you by any chance remember? Carlson Rowe."
"Of course. I'm not talking about that damn bastard who stole the land from Long Lee Wood."
"That Carlson Rowe went into hiding for a while, but today he showed up at the Little Madam theater."
"What?"
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