The Winter Man
#131 Winter only loves Yura
After Winter finished coming out to Yura. The man smiled for his wife who put on a sour face.
He patted Yura's head a few times gently. "Why didn't you tell me you wanted to come?"
"If I come along, maybe you'll keep your distance from the woman!" sahut Yura with her hands still crossed her chest in front of her husband.
"I keep my distance. He's the one who came to judge my cooking."
"Do you like beautiful women?"
"Like."
Yura widened her eyes.
"If that beautiful woman is you, I like it," Winter continued, ducking their faces very close.
Yura's annoyed gaze was softened instantly with her husband's words especially now that her husband is smiling right in front of her face. Winter tilted her face slowly about to poke Yura, the girl prepared by closing her eyes but then.
"E-eh sorry ..."
Yura opened her eyes, Winter turned around and saw Anaya standing behind her while turning her gaze with one hand blocking her face because she had accidentally almost seen Winter and Yura making a kiss.
"Excuse me ..." Winter doesn't have much to say, he's taking his wife's hand to the car.
Anaya turned around and saw Yura walking with hindsight looking at herself with a hostile look. Winter pulls Yura's hand as she drags her wife's slow footsteps as she continues to see Anaya behind her.
Anaya sighed then shook her head.
Yura gets into the car after Winter opens the door for her. The man circled the car and sat behind the wheel.
He started the machine with his wife who had a sour face with her hands across her chest. His forehead shriveled, his eyes he turned to the streets like he was hostile to Winter.
Yura looked over with her mouth half-open. "Do you think I'm mad for not kissing*n?"
"So, why else?" Winter knitted both of his eyebrows.
"You really are a man of mes*, yes, your mind is just there!" yura grumbled and turned her eyes out the window.
Winter took Yura's hand, Yura brushed it off several times but the man finally managed to hold her hand, then he kissed Yura's back with Yura reluctant to look at Winter's face in the slightest.
"Why do you always forget that I only love you Yura .." he said in a soft tone as if the sentence came out to appease his angry wife.
"I'll stop learning to cook then, so that your heart is calm.." Winter continued.
Slowly Yura turned her head, her husband's gaze was somehow so shady. It was as if the sentence had truly been sincere came out of his mouth.
"As far as you are. I didn't tell you to learn to cook from the beginning." Yura was still a little jutek because she had seen Anaya holding the hand of Winter who was about to cut the cucumber on the grounds of how to cut Winter wrong.
"I don't want to lose to your brother!"
Yura was speechless by staring at the cooking class building in front of her. Winter kissed the back of his wife's hand and stroked it gently.
"We're going home now."
Yura nodded without looking at Winter's face. Winter chuckled, his wife's forehead still wrinkling.
The car drove home to the mansion, on the way Yura's heart gradually improved. Winter continues to have his wife talk to Yura to forget her anger towards the man.
Sometimes they laugh together when Yura or Winter is talking about something funny. The girl laughed out loud until she hit Winter's thigh several times.
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