DOOMED TO BE CANNON FODDER -1

CHAPTER -43

Who’s willing to sit on the floor? Lisa hesitated for a moment before finally placing her hand in the male lead’s palm. His body was hot to the touch. Didn’t most novels describe men’s hands as slightly cool? Why was his hand this warm?

She immediately flicked her hand away as if it’d been burned the moment it touched his palm. However, seeing that his hand hadn’t moved at all, it seemed like there was no danger. She slowly placed her hand in his palm.

She looked just like a little cat that was testing its food. Jungkook’s heart almost stopped beating, and he almost gave in to the urge to pull her into his embrace and stroke her lightly. However, just like a little animal that had just relaxed its guard, if he made a move now, it would only scare her away. Thus, Jungkook restrained himself. After pulling her upright, he didn’t make any more moves and said, “Let’s continue!”

“Okay!” Practising her calligraphy was painful, especially with the male lead sitting right next to her. That scent so unique to a man filled the air, so she couldn’t calm down even though she wanted to!

However, the other was serenely teaching her how to write, stroke by stroke. Sometimes, he would even hold her hand to teach her the proper way to write. In her heart, she was complaining without pause: Male lead, what’s up with you? What are you doing here when you should be looking for the female lead! How could she know that Jungkook was feeling equally bad about their current situation?

He had never been this close to a woman since he was a young boy. Most importantly, he had to be extremely careful, like she was something extremely fragile.

However, he was a man with a great temper. He was impatient and impulsive. However, just like facing a little animal that could startle in fright at any time, he could only stifle his impulses. Even as he sat there for this short period, he had already downed three cups of tea.

Each of them had their thoughts, so there wasn’t much progress in this round of calligraphy practice. After a decent amount of time had passed by, the cactus Mang spoke up, “La Lala Lala ~, Mistress, those two bad women are back. The woman with a piece of me inside her said that she’s going to give it to you good this time. She said she’s not going to let you use the prince’s favour to do as you like. She says you’re shameless for trying to help Old Madame with the management of the household. How shameless of you! You’re still just a concubine even if they paste gold paper to you. The other bad woman told her to calm down and gain the prince’s heart first before moving.”

Eh…

They were going to start some marital politics and schemes?

But, the prince was here right now. They were even ambiguously writing words with their hands clasped together. If the women barged into this situation, it would be awkward. But soon after that first thought, just as she was about to wrestle herself out of his hold, a second thought lit up her mind.

She was also the prince’s concubine. Being physically intimate with him was completely reasonable, so what if other people saw this? Furthermore, they wouldn’t barge in all of a sudden, surely a servant would announce their arrivals. Furthermore, no matter what motives they had in mind today, they would have to scram with their tails between their legs once they saw the prince here. She didn’t need to be afraid of anything.

Her thoughts gradually steadying themselves, she calmed down and let the male lead grasp her hand as they wrote calligraphy.

However, what she didn’t realize was that there were very few servants in Winter Garden, to begin with. After the old servants had taught her what needed to be taught, they had gone back to their original posts. Who would stay here and be an eyesore in the prince’s eyes? As for Xiao Shi, the tea in the room had been gulped down, so she had gone to boil water and brew more tea. She hadn’t even come back yet.