Living with the Dangerous Beast-Chapter 118: My Tiger Pillow

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Early the next morning, Sohwa ate the wild ginseng on an empty stomach, just as instructed.

‘Oh, it’s awful! So bitter I can’t even swallow it.’

She tried to finish all three roots but gave up after a single bite and handed the rest to Dohwi.

Dohwi, also struggling with the bitterness, tried to throw it away but was caught by Sohwa.

“As punishment, you’ll eat another root.”

“....”

One root remained.

A person came to her mind.

“Ma’am, is this really for me?”

“Yes, because it’s you. Honestly, it’s not as bad as you’d think. Try it—it’s sweet and quite bearable.”

“Ma’am....”

‘How could she gift me such rare wild ginseng!’

Moved by her generosity, Woongsik chewed the wild ginseng, moss and all.

“I swear I’ll serve you faithfully for the rest of my life.”

“We’ll see about that.”

Sohwa chuckled contentedly.

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Before dinner, Sohwa bathed and dressed lightly in her undergarments.

Sitting in her room, she picked up two Go stones—one black and one white.

“Black, white....”

Holding one in each hand, she shook them gently and closed her eyes.

Sohwa couldn’t tell which color was in which hand.

“Hmm....”

Left or right?

Carefully, she chose her right hand, opened her palm, and slowly looked.

“White!”

It’s today!

The full moon was round and bright in the sky.

Resolute, Sohwa opened the box.

She bowed respectfully before the orb, still stored safely in the second compartment.

“Great Golden Dragon, please bless us with a daughter and a son who resemble Dohwi and me. But please, leave out Dohwi’s temper and give them only his looks.”

Praying fervently, she bowed repeatedly before the Mani orb.

‘What a magnificent orb it is.’

Carefully, she lifted it with both hands—it was so large she could barely hold it.

‘How am I supposed to swallow this?’

As she pondered, the orb began to turn translucent.

“Huh?”

The glowing orb turned into white mist and slipped through her lips.

“Did... I just eat it?”

Sohwa touched her lips, unsure if she had truly consumed the orb.

She found no trace of it, not even in her mouth.

She searched everywhere—under the bedding, behind the screen, even the chamber pot.

“Maybe I really did eat it....”

“What’s going on?”

Startled by her anxious expression, Dohwi approached her.

Smelling the food he had brought, her gaze shifted.

“Oh, you brought dinner.”

The feast was extravagant, fitting for a winter evening: pheasant dumpling soup, ox tongue slices, colorful pancakes, and chilled shrimp with pine nut sauce—all her favorites.

Especially, the shrimp seasoned with pine nut sauce was one of Dohwi’s specialties.

Its rich, nutty flavor was perfectly balanced by a tangy sweetness that deepened with every bite, making it a true delicacy. fгeewebnovёl.com

The sight made her mouth water.

But strangely, she didn’t feel hungry.

“Dohwi, take the food outside.”

“Are you feeling unwell?”

“Just move the food outside.”

Dohwi touched Sohwa’s forehead to check her temperature, then obediently carried the table outside.

“Yesterday, with the courier around, I didn’t get a chance to ask you something.”

Sohwa took her husband’s hand and led him to their bed.

Pushing his broad shoulders, she eased him down onto the bedding and climbed on top of him.

“What does 如渡得般 (Like crossing the waters and finding a boat) mean?”

She asked.

Dohwi, though younger, was knowledgeable.

“‘A man crossing the waters finds a boat just in time.’”

“I see.”

“It means help comes when it’s needed.”

For Sohwa, Dohwi had arrived.

For Beomhee, it was Honey.

“That makes sense.”

Sohwa had already stripped him of his jacket.

Her fingers trailed over his firm chest, eliciting a low sigh from beneath her.

“This time, we’ll definitely have a son and a daughter.”

“....”

So that was it—babies.

Winter was winter, after all.

With a smirk, Dohwi flipped their positions effortlessly.

“Ah!”

He kissed her slowly, leaving a trail of pecks.

“Maybe it won’t stop at just one son and one daughter.”

“I’d be happy with just a daughter. Imagine how beautiful she’d be if she looked like you, Dohwi.”

Whether a son or daughter, Dohwi didn’t care.

Either way, he’d be raising them.

As long as they were well-behaved and worked hard at hunting, he’d be satisfied.

“Let’s have a baby, Dohwi. If we do, I’ll never set foot outside the house again.”

“You always lie.”

Dohwi didn’t believe her, nor did he care.

He’d never locked the gates because he knew it didn’t matter.

“I promise, I’ll behave well this time.”

“My little puppy, you’re free to run all over my mountain.”

“Ah...!”

His gentle touches drew a moan from her lips.

To be with her beloved husband, to spend a joyous night together, and to have an adorable daughter—it was all so perfect.

How could life be so wonderful?

She wished this moment, this wonderful life could last forever, until death do them part.

“My tiger pillow is better than any fainting cushion....”

It was a blissfully warm winter.

<The End>