A lonely, aloof research expert versus a domineering, cold-faced drill instructor
She wanted to die, not because she couldn't see a way forward, but because she could see too much, too clearly.
She thought people had to eat to live, and earning money was how you paid for food. But money was hard to earn, and eating dirt was no picnic either.
Her parents thought she ought to get married because she'd reached the right age, and that was simply what people did. Otherwise, no one would look after her when she got old.
“We respect your wishes, but you should hurry up. In a couple of years you'll be older, and it'll be even harder to find someone. We're only thinking of what's best for you.”
“Still haven't found a job? You need to get moving. We're only thinking of what's best for you.”
Yes, she knew they meant well, so she had no grounds to argue.
Oh my God, she'd transmigrated!
She'd never thought something so absurd could actually happen.
Shiver. Why did that man's eyes look like a wolf's?
In the girl's bedroom, the man's hot breath brushed against her ear.
“You're really pushing your luck!”
The man chuckled softly, the end of his voice curling enticingly.
“Only with you. I push, and push.”
