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“Go on.”
As Merson stood still, Chenin urged. A strange eye-battle began, and some time passed, but no one moved.
Eventually I gestured to him from behind to grab Chenin’s hand. Just hold hands and put her down! Let’s get off too!
Merson looked at me with his eyes wide open and nodded his head. Finally, he reached out his arm and pulled Chenin down. Chenin raised the corner of her lips as if satisfied, and said briefly, “Thank you.” like a noble lady.
Phew, I almost died trapped.
“Uh, huh? Hey!”
The moment I was about to get off, my waist was caught. Without even realizing it, Merson came down holding me in a princess carry in his arms.
Seeing me like this, Chenin’s gaze was so ferocious that the back of my head stinged. It had been a long time since I had gotten off the carriage, but my feet did not touch the ground. Excuse me… can you let me go?
“Hmmhmm!”
It was Chenin. She tapped Merson’s arm. Now I can feel the hard floor beneath my feet.
Chenin gave him a blatant look of displeasure and said, “Hey!” in a loud noise and walked away. Her shoes must be uncomfortable.
Not surprisingly, we returned back to the carriage in less than ten minutes. And that’s because Merson carried Chenin on his back.
In the end, Merson sacrificed his back because she had swollen feet, whining that she could not walk. I wanted to shout, ‘Then you can decide whether to continue staying here or not!’ But I couldn’t because the village chief’s face was so dazzling.
Chenin secretly touched Merson’s chest while she was being carried. That’s sexual harassment, excuse me!
Not only that, Chenin took us on every itinerary. Well, I got into it by chance, and she probably wanted only Merson to come with her.
Chenin pointed out Merson to the village chief, saying that it would be nice to have someone to talk to because she had come to the village after a long time. The village chief, unaware of his granddaughter’s dark heart, asked Merson and ‘me’ at the same time.
It bothered me so much, but the villagers were less offended by the presence of Chenin and Merson.
I saw Chenin’s expression crumple like a worm when Uncle Paul asked us to take a bite of the peach he had been harvesting on the spot. But Chenin took a glance at Merson, and was forced to smile and bite it.
It wasn’t just this. When Aunt Crieta gave her a finely ground herb to use as a bathing salt, Chenin smelled the herb’s unique grassy smell and smacked it with her hand.
But when Merson said harshly, “pick it up,” Chenin smiled awkwardly and said, “Oh my, my hand slipped?” and picked it up. She didn’t even forget to say thank you.
The problem was that whenever she had time, she groped Merson’s body and made every effort to seduce him.
Things like deliberately stepping out in a baggy one-piece pajama and exposing one of her shoulders, or pretending to fall and grabbing Merson’s arm and pushing her chest in. She must have done worse when I wasn’t watching.
However, Merson showed no interest or reaction as if he was looking at a stone by the side of the road.
It seems like she should give up by now, but Chenin started to seduce him more boldly. Finally,
“All I need is Mr. Merson. Miss Erina, please go.”
She wanted to rearrange the furniture in the room, so she was holding on to Merson. No, how can I trust you to leave our rabbit-like Merson alone? Absolutely not!
“I will help you a little. I’m a little worried about leaving Merson alone.”
“He’s not even a one or two-year-old kid, so what to worry about. Don’t you think it’s overprotective? And I don’t need women because we’re only moving furniture.”
What do you mean only moving furniture! The village chief is not at home, so why is there a pure white tablecloth in the kitchen? For God’s sake, why are there two glasses of wine?!
“Still, it’s better to do it with a group than alone…….”
“I told you, I don’t need women. And I think Aunt Aja is calling you?”
What a stupid cliche that is.
“Oh my, why do you look like that?”
I must have put on a rotten expression without realizing it. I put my hand on my waist proudly and stopped in front of Merson.
“I’m not going, I’m not!”
“Pfft.”
A laugh?
Chenin pointed her eyes behind me. What, why?
“Young bride! You didn’t come, so I asked what you were doing, and you are still here? Haven’t you been told to come over to my house?”
“What? Oh that… was real?”
“Then is it fake? Hurry and go.”
Aunt Aja walked out with quick steps. Crap, what should I do?
Merson just looked at me with a face that didn’t know anything at all. Looking at Aunt Aja, it seems like a really busy job… ugghhh!!