Yeoreum panicked when Hong asked about Ji-hyuk’s house. He might actually come here.
‘This is too much.’
She hurriedly left, catching a taxi. Calls continued to come in the taxi, and she was furious.
Deciding it was better to talk face-to-face, she almost ran to the elevator. Reaching the front door at 12 PM, she pressed the doorbell roughly.
The door opened.
A man in a loose white shirt, gazing down with arrogance, said,
“Why are you so late?”
Yeoreum, breathing heavily, retorted,
“Late? It’s only 12 PM.”
“So, you’re late.”
He opened the door wider and stepped aside.
“Come in.”
Yeoreum glared at him and entered. As she walked down the hallway, Tae-seok suddenly grabbed her wrist and pinned her against the wall.
“That look just now.”
“…”
“What was it?”
“What are you talking about?”
“That look you gave me just now.”
“…”
“Do it again.”
Yeoreum sighed incredulously and pulled her arm away, brushing back her hair. She couldn’t bear it anymore.
“Is it fun, playing with me?”
“You just now. For the first time.”
“…”
“Looked alive.”
His voice struck her heart heavily. How long had it been since she resolved never to be swayed by him again, and already a crack had formed in her resolve.
Tae-seok’s expression was serious, his gaze seemingly dissecting her every thought.
Tae-seok’s gaze swept over Yeoreum’s eyes, nose, lips, and entire face. Unnerved, she felt a warm flush rise to her chest. It was as if her mind was drifting into a daze.
What’s with this man?
“If I want to see your expression, I just need to do this?” he said, stepping closer.
“If I force it, you’ll look at me like a person?”
“…….”
“Should I behave even worse then? Maybe if I become the worst.”
“…….”
“Will you smile for me?”
Soon, his breath was close enough to feel. Yeoreum quickly slipped away from his grasp and distractedly fixed her hair, feeling his gaze stickily on her. Her fingers trembled slightly.
“I’m uncomfortable.”
“Uncomfortable.”
“Yes.”
“Your cheeks are red, but you’re uncomfortable.”
“I ran here, that’s why.”
Before he could approach again, Yeoreum dashed to the sofa and sat down. She blurted out whatever came to her mind.
“I can’t go on like this! I’ve been thinking, and I can’t work in such a mess. We need a contract.”
“A contract.”
Tae-seok repeated slowly, walking towards her.
“Yes. A contract. We should detail what we both need to adhere to and agree upon.”
“A contract.”
He sat across her, crossing his legs.
“Do you plan to fulfill my requests?”
Yeoreum hesitated before responding.
“Of course, as long as they’re not strange.”
“Strange?”
“Yes. Whatever it is.”
“What is it?”
“Strange stuff.”
Yeoreum frowned slightly at the odd turn of their conversation, unaware that Tae-seok was sharply observing her every subtle expression.
“We should each write our demands, agree first, and then seal the contract. No outlandish requests.”
“Outlandish requests.”
Watching Yeoreum’s anxious expression, Tae-seok chuckled softly.
“Time to see what my standards are.”
Two hours later, they met again in the living room, each holding a sheet of A4 paper.
Tae-seok placed Yeoreum’s paper on the table first.
“Firstly, writer Choi Yeoreum’s demands.”
“Yes.”
“One. Minimize unnecessary contact.”
“Yes. Like today, don’t call me early for no reason.”
“There was a reason today.”
He replied seriously. Yeoreum hadn’t asked why he called her early due to the direction their conversation had taken. She hesitantly inquired.
“What was the reason?”
“Spring cleaning.”
“Huh?”
Her expression involuntarily crumpled.
“It was spring cleaning day. I called you early bec
Male lead fell into her trap — and shattered when she walked away
This is also on my reread list!
This one is a slow burn, but when it burns, it burns hard.
Definitely worth a read, y’all!
The story follows a thousand-year-old seductive spirit who, on a bet, sets out to charm the male lead—a once-promising but unfortunate cultivator.
But just when she succeeds in making him fall for her, she heartlessly leaves, driving him to madness.
Determined to find her at all costs, he captures her, keeping her by his side no matter what, even if she hates him.
I love this kind of trope—I enjoy watching the male lead suffer in agony.
The ending drags a bit with unnecessary filler, but that’s fine.
As long as I enjoy the beginning, I’m good.
Intro
As an enchantress, Su Heng possesses captivating eyes and charming beauty, easily manipulating the joys and sorrows of living beings at her fingertips.
But to enchant a god, making him taste the bitterness of love’s separation, long-lasting resentment, unattainable desires, and inability to let go…
Do you dare?
Su Heng assists a divine lord in his cultivation, aiming to make him experience all the sufferings of love, so that he can attain the Great Dao.
Only after being chased down from the heavens by the divine lord, confined and completely possessed by him, does she realize how successful she has been.
The once gentle and polite youth has transformed into someone she no longer recognizes.
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