I knew full well that the man's intentions were innocuous, as he never crossed the line. Still, I was taken aback by the man's attempts to create a strange atmosphere, and asked him again.
"Why?"
“You have to dry it. You’ll catch a cold if you wear it.”
I shook my head so hard that the water droplets in my hair splattered everywhere.
“I’ll just dry it in front of the stove.”
Noah sighed, rubbing his eyes. The cold, sunken eyes between his fingers seemed to be glaring at me, and I curled up even further.
He spoke with a soft sigh.
“You won’t listen to me?”
“It’s a bit much to take it all off...”
Even though I was already acknowledged as naked, I was still embarrassed. Noah gestured toward the sofa and urged me on.
“There’s a blanket on the sofa.”
It looks a bit dirty, but that's not the problem. The problem is being forced into the predicament of being wrapped in nothing but a blanket.
“Please take them off so I don’t have to look at them. I’ll dry them for you. You won’t catch a cold, right?”
“Let’s just not watch each other take off our clothes.”
After asking him for a meaningless promise, I took off my pajamas and wrapped myself in a blanket in my underwear.
I watched Noah strip me of my pajamas and hang them in front of the fireplace, then turned around and sat down on the old sofa in front of the fireplace before he could finish undressing.
The wicked temptation to look back just once tried to persuade me, but I closed my eyes tightly and tried to shake off the vulgar thoughts.
A sinking weight settled on the old sofa, and it creaked. Soon, a warm body temperature clung to my back, enveloping me.
I glanced back, and Noah's hair, resting against my back, tickled my cheek. His wet hair was damp, but it didn't bother me.
At first glance, it looks like only the top is off, as I can see the neckline and shoulders.
“Aren’t you going to take off your pants?”
"Should I take it off? Then I'll have to wrap it around like a blanket. I only have one blanket."
That was even more difficult. If we kept touching, my heart might melt. Trying to change the subject, I slipped a hand out of the blanket and stroked Noah's wet hair.
“That’s a little embarrassing. I mean, we’ve never been this naked before... Ah.”
His large hand grabbed my shoulder and turned me toward him. Just as I was struggling to deal with the endless gaze, he pulled me into his embrace.
“If we do this, we won’t be able to see each other.”
Even though it wasn't visible, my upper body was rubbing against his firm chest. His embrace was warm, so I didn't push away and stayed there.
Noah, who had been hugging me tightly, asked again.
“Why won’t you listen to me?”
“Isn’t it a bit strange to take off all your underwear?”
“That’s not what I meant. I wrote a letter telling you to go out with Molly.”
“I thought I could go with Lenny. I’m sorry.”
Noah buried his face in my shoulder and rubbed his forehead.
“Lenny is a royal messenger. He reports everything about your life to the Queen.”
“...I didn’t know.”
“I didn’t say anything back then because I wasn’t sure.”
I wasn't betrayed or shocked by Lenny's identity. Perhaps it was because, as a homebody, she had surprisingly little to report about my monotonous personal life. And that's not important right now.
“Noah, are you angry?”
"Yes."
I knew exactly why he was upset, but I didn't bother to bring it up. He'd been acting cold and obvious ever since Mastiff told him about my ex-boyfriend.
A moment of silence fell. Just as the silence was suffocating, Noah pulled his upper body away from me and grabbed my hand, pulling me closer.
"Oh!"
The blanket almost flew off, so I quickly grabbed it and screamed briefly.
Noah grabbed my wrist as if he was trying to grab it. He examined my wrist and the back of my hand carefully, then met my eyes again. His cold blue eyes looked at me with a resentful glare.
“Because you didn’t tell the truth about being hurt.”
The voice, now lowered considerably, sounded cold. I waved my hand and made an excuse.
“It’s nothing. It’s just a paper cut.”
“Do you think I don’t even know where you're going?”
“It’s not that bad. It’s okay.”
Noah's lips twisted at my words. He took a deep breath, then exhaled, and slowly let go of my hand.
“I wouldn’t know if you didn’t tell me.”
“I didn’t say anything because I was really okay.”
“In the past, I didn’t feel frustrated even if I didn’t know about other people’s pain, but not anymore.”
"Uh..."
“Should I look around other places myself?”
He grabbed the blanket and asked in a low voice.
I shook my head, suddenly realizing what he meant. This man always speaks ambiguously. Why didn't he tell me that Lenny might be from the palace?
"I'm not really hurt anywhere else. And you won't tell me everything, will you? If you don't tell me for sure, I won't know."
"Yeah. I'll be clear. From now on, don't leave my side. I won't leave you behind. It'll only cause you trouble."
“No, not that... like the reason...”
I wish you would attach a subject when speaking and give a detailed, valid reason when asking someone to do something!
Noah's cold eyes, which came close enough to brush my face, filled with discontent, looked at me with a warning.
"Don't even think about breaking up with me. I'll give you whatever you want, whether you're rich or a villain. There's no other reason. Everything I say and do is for you."
Is it all for me? I still don't get it.
My lips wouldn't move, and I tried to stammer something, but I just gave up. I don't know why I always feel so weak in front of this person.
Even in the face of a brutal murderer who enjoys torture as a hobby, I can't help but say whatever I want as if I have two lives to live. I can't stand this man who forces me to say "yes" without question.
"Yes. Noah, it's been a while since we've seen each other, hasn't it? Didn't you miss me?"
At the question that was meant to appease his anger, Noah's eyes suddenly lit up, then slowly faded away.
“Yeah. That’s why I did that. Because I couldn’t see you, because I was afraid I wouldn’t see you.”
I thought it was because of my ex-boyfriend. He's not as narrow-minded as I thought.
"Actually, talking about my ex-boyfriend is a bit annoying. Just tell me where he lives."
This man, who looks so harmless, is quite narrow-minded.
“Nope. It’s just a story I made up to distract myself from the bullying.”
"It's not a story of this world, it's fiction. Fiction." I smiled at him, a very trusting smile.
“You’re the first one to kiss me.”
This isn't a lie, since this is my first time in this body. My mind has had plenty of romantic experiences, but this body doesn't. So, I'm suffering from the twisted contradiction of a lustful mind and an innocent body.
Noah pressed his finger against my lower lip and made a sentimental face.
“You did well for your first time.”
“That’s because I read a lot of related books.”
I quickly improvised and observed his expression. Judging by the lack of a sharp glare in his eyes, I guess it must have worked.
"That's not important. I guess I'm still thinking about it since you brought it up again. I wondered if he was richer than I."
“Is that jealousy?”
“Yeah, that’s right. You do that sometimes, too.”
“When did I get jealous... haha.”
I realized why I was so intimidated and couldn't even respond properly. This man's well-built, solid upper body was clearly visible.
It was a sharp male figure, a stark contrast to his usual neat and tidy elegance. That's why it felt so taboo.
It's quite tragic to walk around with those arms and shoulders, a body built for combat, hidden under clothes.
Although I was immersed in the joy of breaking the taboo of a sanctuary, the scars of war etched like temples everywhere, awakened realistic thoughts.
These were probably the scars he earned from his long years on the front lines as a field officer. I quietly gazed at the scars that documented his life on the fierce battlefield. Feeling pity, I slowly traced the long scar on his shoulder with my finger, and he flinched slightly.
"Oh my goodness, why are you so hurt? You must have been in pain."
“It tickled, no, it stung. But, fortunately, my limbs are still intact, right?”
Noah simply smiled like a handsome young master. I recalled the ruins and ugly steel structures ravaged by war that I had seen on my way to Medea. This man was in the middle of the gunfire. I shivered.
“Oh, I wish there were a world without war. It’s terrible.”
Noah patted my back affectionately, as if he were soothing a child.
"Yes. I'll do that. We'll stay here and leave in the morning."
"What if Mastiff comes looking for you? Strangely, he let it go so easily."
“He won’t come today. He told me what he wanted to say.”
I opened my mouth with difficulty, recalling the way Mastiff looked at Noah and the strange air that lingered between them.
“Are you two friends?”
“We’re not close. I’m closest to the Princess.”
“The way Mastiff looks at you is a bit… and the fact that you just left the man alone.”
Looking back, it felt like a strange obsession with Noah. Noah narrowed his eyes slightly at my suspicious gaze and brushed back his bangs.
"There's a reason I let him go. He did something annoying this time, but I let it slide because he destroyed the mansion."
“You’re not going to tell me why again, are you?”
I asked him bluntly, not expecting an answer. But he answered surprisingly honestly.
“Because it still has value.”
So, I guess he came here alone, without the police or soldiers. Perhaps I'm playing right into the hands of Mastiff, Princess Elita, and Noah. Maybe I'm one of them.
How big a picture are you trying to unfold? Sometimes I want to peer into this man's mind without any filter. He didn't give me any further details.
“Diana.”
While I was lost in thought, Noah called me over, stroking my back.
"Yes."
“I want to sleep.”
"Yes?"
Noah, who collapsed backwards, hugging me, smiled languidly. His bangs fell back, revealing his handsome eyebrows. He blinked slowly and let out a faint sigh.
“Because I’m tired.”
“Oh, you said you hadn’t slept for two days. So you’re saying we should sleep like this?”
“If it’s uncomfortable, I’ll sleep on the floor.”
The voice sounded pitiful and pitiful, and I looked down at the wooden floor beneath the sofa. It looked damp, dirty, and cold, and I knew it wouldn't do.
It wasn't because of the pitiful expression on the white cat's face, drenched in rain, nor because I absolutely wanted to sleep snuggled up like that. I shook my head and spoke firmly.
“Let’s sleep together. It’s cold.”
"Yes."
I was curled up on top of his bare body, wrapped in a blanket, as if I were a comforter.
“Isn’t it heavy?”
“It’s heavy.”
Phew... Why is this man so honest? I slowly pulled away and nestled myself into his side.
“You know, I don’t mind if you’re not rich.”
Noah's eyes, which had been closed, opened slightly at my quietly whispered words and curved affectionately.
“Still, to be the Princess’s husband, I must be worthy.”
He pulled me into his arms and let out a long sigh. After a moment, our conversation fell silent. I was tired, too. My weary eyelids drooped heavily.
"Why?"
“You have to dry it. You’ll catch a cold if you wear it.”
I shook my head so hard that the water droplets in my hair splattered everywhere.
“I’ll just dry it in front of the stove.”
Noah sighed, rubbing his eyes. The cold, sunken eyes between his fingers seemed to be glaring at me, and I curled up even further.
He spoke with a soft sigh.
“You won’t listen to me?”
“It’s a bit much to take it all off...”
Even though I was already acknowledged as naked, I was still embarrassed. Noah gestured toward the sofa and urged me on.
“There’s a blanket on the sofa.”
It looks a bit dirty, but that's not the problem. The problem is being forced into the predicament of being wrapped in nothing but a blanket.
“Please take them off so I don’t have to look at them. I’ll dry them for you. You won’t catch a cold, right?”
“Let’s just not watch each other take off our clothes.”
After asking him for a meaningless promise, I took off my pajamas and wrapped myself in a blanket in my underwear.
I watched Noah strip me of my pajamas and hang them in front of the fireplace, then turned around and sat down on the old sofa in front of the fireplace before he could finish undressing.
The wicked temptation to look back just once tried to persuade me, but I closed my eyes tightly and tried to shake off the vulgar thoughts.
A sinking weight settled on the old sofa, and it creaked. Soon, a warm body temperature clung to my back, enveloping me.
I glanced back, and Noah's hair, resting against my back, tickled my cheek. His wet hair was damp, but it didn't bother me.
At first glance, it looks like only the top is off, as I can see the neckline and shoulders.
“Aren’t you going to take off your pants?”
"Should I take it off? Then I'll have to wrap it around like a blanket. I only have one blanket."
That was even more difficult. If we kept touching, my heart might melt. Trying to change the subject, I slipped a hand out of the blanket and stroked Noah's wet hair.
“That’s a little embarrassing. I mean, we’ve never been this naked before... Ah.”
His large hand grabbed my shoulder and turned me toward him. Just as I was struggling to deal with the endless gaze, he pulled me into his embrace.
“If we do this, we won’t be able to see each other.”
Even though it wasn't visible, my upper body was rubbing against his firm chest. His embrace was warm, so I didn't push away and stayed there.
Noah, who had been hugging me tightly, asked again.
“Why won’t you listen to me?”
“Isn’t it a bit strange to take off all your underwear?”
“That’s not what I meant. I wrote a letter telling you to go out with Molly.”
“I thought I could go with Lenny. I’m sorry.”
Noah buried his face in my shoulder and rubbed his forehead.
“Lenny is a royal messenger. He reports everything about your life to the Queen.”
“...I didn’t know.”
“I didn’t say anything back then because I wasn’t sure.”
I wasn't betrayed or shocked by Lenny's identity. Perhaps it was because, as a homebody, she had surprisingly little to report about my monotonous personal life. And that's not important right now.
“Noah, are you angry?”
"Yes."
I knew exactly why he was upset, but I didn't bother to bring it up. He'd been acting cold and obvious ever since Mastiff told him about my ex-boyfriend.
A moment of silence fell. Just as the silence was suffocating, Noah pulled his upper body away from me and grabbed my hand, pulling me closer.
"Oh!"
The blanket almost flew off, so I quickly grabbed it and screamed briefly.
Noah grabbed my wrist as if he was trying to grab it. He examined my wrist and the back of my hand carefully, then met my eyes again. His cold blue eyes looked at me with a resentful glare.
“Because you didn’t tell the truth about being hurt.”
The voice, now lowered considerably, sounded cold. I waved my hand and made an excuse.
“It’s nothing. It’s just a paper cut.”
“Do you think I don’t even know where you're going?”
“It’s not that bad. It’s okay.”
Noah's lips twisted at my words. He took a deep breath, then exhaled, and slowly let go of my hand.
“I wouldn’t know if you didn’t tell me.”
“I didn’t say anything because I was really okay.”
“In the past, I didn’t feel frustrated even if I didn’t know about other people’s pain, but not anymore.”
"Uh..."
“Should I look around other places myself?”
He grabbed the blanket and asked in a low voice.
I shook my head, suddenly realizing what he meant. This man always speaks ambiguously. Why didn't he tell me that Lenny might be from the palace?
"I'm not really hurt anywhere else. And you won't tell me everything, will you? If you don't tell me for sure, I won't know."
"Yeah. I'll be clear. From now on, don't leave my side. I won't leave you behind. It'll only cause you trouble."
“No, not that... like the reason...”
I wish you would attach a subject when speaking and give a detailed, valid reason when asking someone to do something!
Noah's cold eyes, which came close enough to brush my face, filled with discontent, looked at me with a warning.
"Don't even think about breaking up with me. I'll give you whatever you want, whether you're rich or a villain. There's no other reason. Everything I say and do is for you."
Is it all for me? I still don't get it.
My lips wouldn't move, and I tried to stammer something, but I just gave up. I don't know why I always feel so weak in front of this person.
Even in the face of a brutal murderer who enjoys torture as a hobby, I can't help but say whatever I want as if I have two lives to live. I can't stand this man who forces me to say "yes" without question.
"Yes. Noah, it's been a while since we've seen each other, hasn't it? Didn't you miss me?"
At the question that was meant to appease his anger, Noah's eyes suddenly lit up, then slowly faded away.
“Yeah. That’s why I did that. Because I couldn’t see you, because I was afraid I wouldn’t see you.”
I thought it was because of my ex-boyfriend. He's not as narrow-minded as I thought.
"Actually, talking about my ex-boyfriend is a bit annoying. Just tell me where he lives."
This man, who looks so harmless, is quite narrow-minded.
“Nope. It’s just a story I made up to distract myself from the bullying.”
"It's not a story of this world, it's fiction. Fiction." I smiled at him, a very trusting smile.
“You’re the first one to kiss me.”
This isn't a lie, since this is my first time in this body. My mind has had plenty of romantic experiences, but this body doesn't. So, I'm suffering from the twisted contradiction of a lustful mind and an innocent body.
Noah pressed his finger against my lower lip and made a sentimental face.
“You did well for your first time.”
“That’s because I read a lot of related books.”
I quickly improvised and observed his expression. Judging by the lack of a sharp glare in his eyes, I guess it must have worked.
"That's not important. I guess I'm still thinking about it since you brought it up again. I wondered if he was richer than I."
“Is that jealousy?”
“Yeah, that’s right. You do that sometimes, too.”
“When did I get jealous... haha.”
I realized why I was so intimidated and couldn't even respond properly. This man's well-built, solid upper body was clearly visible.
It was a sharp male figure, a stark contrast to his usual neat and tidy elegance. That's why it felt so taboo.
It's quite tragic to walk around with those arms and shoulders, a body built for combat, hidden under clothes.
Although I was immersed in the joy of breaking the taboo of a sanctuary, the scars of war etched like temples everywhere, awakened realistic thoughts.
These were probably the scars he earned from his long years on the front lines as a field officer. I quietly gazed at the scars that documented his life on the fierce battlefield. Feeling pity, I slowly traced the long scar on his shoulder with my finger, and he flinched slightly.
"Oh my goodness, why are you so hurt? You must have been in pain."
“It tickled, no, it stung. But, fortunately, my limbs are still intact, right?”
Noah simply smiled like a handsome young master. I recalled the ruins and ugly steel structures ravaged by war that I had seen on my way to Medea. This man was in the middle of the gunfire. I shivered.
“Oh, I wish there were a world without war. It’s terrible.”
Noah patted my back affectionately, as if he were soothing a child.
"Yes. I'll do that. We'll stay here and leave in the morning."
"What if Mastiff comes looking for you? Strangely, he let it go so easily."
“He won’t come today. He told me what he wanted to say.”
I opened my mouth with difficulty, recalling the way Mastiff looked at Noah and the strange air that lingered between them.
“Are you two friends?”
“We’re not close. I’m closest to the Princess.”
“The way Mastiff looks at you is a bit… and the fact that you just left the man alone.”
Looking back, it felt like a strange obsession with Noah. Noah narrowed his eyes slightly at my suspicious gaze and brushed back his bangs.
"There's a reason I let him go. He did something annoying this time, but I let it slide because he destroyed the mansion."
“You’re not going to tell me why again, are you?”
I asked him bluntly, not expecting an answer. But he answered surprisingly honestly.
“Because it still has value.”
So, I guess he came here alone, without the police or soldiers. Perhaps I'm playing right into the hands of Mastiff, Princess Elita, and Noah. Maybe I'm one of them.
How big a picture are you trying to unfold? Sometimes I want to peer into this man's mind without any filter. He didn't give me any further details.
“Diana.”
While I was lost in thought, Noah called me over, stroking my back.
"Yes."
“I want to sleep.”
"Yes?"
Noah, who collapsed backwards, hugging me, smiled languidly. His bangs fell back, revealing his handsome eyebrows. He blinked slowly and let out a faint sigh.
“Because I’m tired.”
“Oh, you said you hadn’t slept for two days. So you’re saying we should sleep like this?”
“If it’s uncomfortable, I’ll sleep on the floor.”
The voice sounded pitiful and pitiful, and I looked down at the wooden floor beneath the sofa. It looked damp, dirty, and cold, and I knew it wouldn't do.
It wasn't because of the pitiful expression on the white cat's face, drenched in rain, nor because I absolutely wanted to sleep snuggled up like that. I shook my head and spoke firmly.
“Let’s sleep together. It’s cold.”
"Yes."
I was curled up on top of his bare body, wrapped in a blanket, as if I were a comforter.
“Isn’t it heavy?”
“It’s heavy.”
Phew... Why is this man so honest? I slowly pulled away and nestled myself into his side.
“You know, I don’t mind if you’re not rich.”
Noah's eyes, which had been closed, opened slightly at my quietly whispered words and curved affectionately.
“Still, to be the Princess’s husband, I must be worthy.”
He pulled me into his arms and let out a long sigh. After a moment, our conversation fell silent. I was tired, too. My weary eyelids drooped heavily.
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