Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Ina luxurious villa in Clearwater Bay, the young man held the medicine and handed it to Su Jin with a frown. He said impatiently.
“Drink the medicine. Dr. Cui said it’s better for your throat.”
With that, the young man took out a straw and placed it in the medicine bowl. He brought it to Su Jin’s mouth and beckoned her to drink it.
‘The young man liked Su Jin’s beautiful face and her brave personality.
However, he did not plan to feed that mean, dumb girl. Su Jin did not reject and ate the medicine. Then she used her lip language.
“Have you seen my phone? I have something important to do, and I want to contact someone.”
Besides being a famous celebrity, the young man also had another identity. He could read lips, but he pretended not to understand. He asked in a puzzle.
“Um, what did you say? I can’t read lips!”
Su Jin lifted her hands and gestured. However, she had broken both her arms when she saved that girl. It was inconvenient for her to gesture with casts on her arms.
Su Jin sighed and endured the discomfort. She wanted to say something.
Every word she said now was like dozens of knives scratching her throat bit by bit. It was painful.
After taking a deep breath, Su Jin tried hard to speak word by word.
“Phone, phone, give, give, give it to me. Use, use it, okay?”
However, the young man smirked when he heard Su Jin speaking. He looked at Su Jin with expectation and said playfully.
“No!”
Enduring the intense pain, she spoke again.
“Then, then can you… hel… help me make a call aft…after you charge your phone. Is that okay?”
‘The young man who peeled the orange revealed an unusual smile at once.
He looked at Su Jin indifferently as he spoke lazily with a smirk on his face.
“No, because I don’t like to make calls.”
Frustration kicked in, and Su Jin felt the young man was doing it on purpose. He had rejected her three times. Su Jin was not stupid to believe he did not like to make calls.
Su Jin looked at the young man in confusion and slowly asked.
“It is just, just making a phone call. Why, why can’t I make a phone call?”
‘The young man swayed his hair and took a bite on the orange. He frowned slightly, perhaps because the orange was a little sour, and said unhappily.
“Tm not a kid. I know what will happen once you make a call.”
“That person will come to get you back. I want you to be my wife.”
“Who should I marry if you leave?”
‘As the young man spoke, he squinted his eyes and lazily leaned against the sofa. Hee played with the orange in her hand with a satisfied look on his face.
Su Jin scolded silently.
“F*ck, what the hell is that brat talking about? Why does he want to marry me? I’m already married, okay? Is this kid silly?