Chapter 9 The Clothes and the Kiss
The weather grew colder. Hanyang had too few clothes. To buy him more without raising suspicion, I pretended to find a job and used the "salary" to get him several new pieces.
Hanyang stared at the clothes for a while, then turned his head away.
"I don't need them. You wear them."
"I have plenty. I brought a lot when my family went bankrupt."
The man I had my eye on wasn't going to wear rags. What if he got sick from the cold?
Hanyang accepted them, muttering about waste and promising to pay me back, yet the corner of his mouth lifted slightly.
I leaned closer. "If you really feel bad, you can pay with something else."
"What?"
I pointed at my mouth. "A kiss."
After so many days together, I hadn't dared any physical contact for fear of being thrown out. I couldn't hold back any longer.
In my last life I would have dragged him straight to bed for three hundred rounds.
Hanyang's brows slowly drew together. I expected another refusal, but he hesitated, then nodded.
"Just one."
The moment he finished speaking, I leaned in.
At first Hanyang tried to push me away, then remembered he had agreed and pulled his fist back.
Later his face flushed, then his neck. He began to mimic me, even resting a hand on my waist.
I pulled back at the right moment and kept a safe distance.
Hanyang hadn't recovered yet. He followed after me.
When he met my clear gaze, he came to his senses, face burning, and put distance between us. He still managed to curse, "Crazy!"
"... "
The little liar. He should try holding back next time.