I Met the Male Lead in Prison
Chapter 51: You...Why are you doing this to me? (2)

Chapter 51 – You…Why are you doing this to me? (2)

Translator: SKAIS Editor: SKAIS

But after a while, he drew back his hand.

The boy with round eyes smiled at me. And seeing that gorgeous smile against the backdrop of scarlet light made me speechless for a second.

“…you smell like it.” He answered. “…you.”

“Your own…scent.” He added, finishing his sentence.

I blinked as I looked at him holding my hand and bringing it to his lips. He always looked dirty and handsome at the same time.

Unbelievably, his actions, which I sometimes mistook as something sensual, would still be covered by his innocent look. Well, a devil’s work can sometimes be masked with an impeccable face of an angel.

An angel and a devil.

…which one is he, by the way?

Hmm…Since his actions prevailed, for now, I presumed it was the opposite side.

“Well, I’m glad that you are trying to welcome me. But you’re touching my hand. Do you like me that much?” I said, teasing him.

“…what? What?”

“It’s a joke.”

But then, he shook me off. And the white face glowed as if red flowers were blooming.

Oh, so it’s his rational side.

You don’t even know what you did because you were so happy to see me? But why do you look at me like I’m the perpetrator again?

I’m not the guilty man here. Besides, I didn’t do anything to you. You’re the one who touched me.

I rolled my eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that. That’s too much. Don’t you know how much I’ve struggled just to come here.”

“Oh, me, I, I, impure? I am not!”

“Excuse me? Who said what?”

I’m glad he’s on his rational side because he wouldn’t do harmful things to me.

Holding his chin, I turned his face around.

…That doesn’t seem like a scar, right?

His hands, feet, and neck were all intact. There were no new wounds right now, only those scars left from his family members’ torture not long ago. Thanks to the medicines I requested from my brother, he got better. I’m relieved.

I can finally be able to calm down now that I had checked him thoroughly.

“…surprised.” Ricdorian said.

I would be upset if something big really happened, especially with the unusual turn of events here. But thinking about it right now, the cell won’t be too bad for Ricdorian to stay.

Anyway, as what I’ve read from the book, Lenag pretends to remain neutral to both sides. So it only means that it would have been a bit impossible for him to treat Ricdorian, the Archduke’s son, without any care.

And no matter how much the Archduke throws Ricdorian away, he would always remain as the symbol of Hel as long as he suffers from that curse.

Yeah. I knew I was hasty, but… I don’t think I would be able to get over it. I’m a sheep that has given a lot of affection to this male lead, who flinches whenever I touch him.

I’m afraid. Because the more I come close to you, the more I’ll get you into trouble, so you better run away. But No. Actually, you can run to me. Run to me, all you want. I will always welcome you with open arms. That’s the only thing I can do for you. Nothing more.

“I’m sorry.”

“What?”

“You might have a hard time because of me. Of course, it may not come. But, I felt a little remorseful because there might be a possibility.”

This is a complicated world, I should be cautious while living comfortably here. I should be more mindful of my actions as it could possibly harm other people.

Ricdorian, who shyly looked at me, grabbed my fingertips.

So he advanced now, huh? I smirked.

Before it’s only the hem of my clothes that he touches, now, he had leveled up to my fingertips? How unpredictable.

I felt the warmth of his fingertips, and soon he spoke.

“Will…you still come?”

Raising his head, his crystal bright eyes, which captured mine, reflected my startled face.

“Tomorrow and then the day after it. Continue in the future. Come here. Then, I am willing to get beaten all day. I’ll endure it all… “…what?

I shut his mouth with my hands as soon as he tried to add more. He frowned because of my sudden action, and his round eyes opened so wide.

I’m sorry, but what are you trying to say?

“What are you talking about? What the heck! Why do you think I brought those medicines? Are you going to waste my effort like that?”

“Mumbling.”

“I won’t listen to any of your excuses. You’re a bad child.”

Then his eyes narrowed thinly. It’s a disgruntled gaze. Perhaps he wanted to say that he is no longer a child, he was acting like a kitten screaming.

Acting like a child but wanting to be treated like a grown-up. He’s so confusing.

After a long silence, I let go of him. I was so amazed by the fact that he was stronger than me but he didn’t force himself to get away from me.

“Don’t say any more weird things. You understood it, right?

Ricdorian’s face reddened. He looked at me with sad eyes, which made me avert my gaze.

Does he know that every time he does that, it’s utter torture for me?

I guess not.

I can’t really stand that look on his face.

His eyes showed a trace of dejection, and his reddened face looked like it was screaming words he can’t express out of sorrow. I felt like my heart was being squashed until it’s out of blood.

“Now, are you going back?”

“No. I’m just here to talk today. There’s still some time.”

After saying those, I looked at the time and quickly decided; I could stay a little longer.

Then, his face lit up. A bright blush of red flushed in his cheeks.

“You said you’ve been stuck here since you were 10.”

So far, I’ve been a little excited and short-spoken, but I quickly changed my tone as usual.

“Well, before that, you were at home or whatever you call that place?” Oh, please, Iana… stop. You’ve been asking too much.

Ricdorian has this contrasting image of a child who seemed to be ignorant of everything but spoke more straight and continuous than expected.

That might be a figure that lived in the grand mansion, right? A kind of Ricdorian that no one’s ever seen in this cell.

“So, was there someone nice in your mansion? A good man, perhaps.” Thinking about it, I just couldn’t seem to cease myself from asking.

Right now, Ricdorian, who was looking at me, slowly descended his eyes and parted his lips.

“You know, it was…my uncle. It’s Merida.”

The name alone did not tell what kind of person he was, whether he was a knight or a nobleman or a poet, but the look of Ricdorian seemed peaceful for the first time.

“And here, you’re the best person.”

I guess so. I’m the only one you’ve ever met here that didn’t hurt you.

The guards would not have been ‘people’ to him. I smiled warmly at him as I could see how he felt.

“I see.”

However, Ricdorian, who grabbed my clothes, hurriedly opened his mouth.

“Well, I’m telling you. All the time. I am just thinking about you.”

“Thinking?”

“That and…”

He closed his eyes and shouted.

“All of it. It grows whenever I think of you!”

Wait…. what?!

Grows?…WHERE?!

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