History at the Library
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Wind Becomes a Storm (2)

He decided to admit the truth, and now he desperately needed her help, so he couldn’t help it.

After he finished the calculation in his head, the emperor sighed and became calm. Though his expression was still grim.

“As expected, you love her, right? I think so, too!”

Vivian stopped laughing perfectly and nodded and said. She was a little proud to see the stubborn man admit it unexpectedly.

“Do you want to try to relax your face first?”

“What’s with Our face?”

“You look angry. Smile sweetly.”

“Sweetly?”

Julian laughed as she asked. And then he smiled.

Far from being sweet, it was a cruel laugh that laughed at the other person. Vivian knew a unique smile, with only one corner of her mouth perked up. There was a reason why it was known among the imperial people as a symbol of the Emperor, and she was more familiar with Aiden because he usually laughed like that.

Do brothers even resemble smiles? Julian’s smile was just mean, compared to Aiden’s cool and sensual look even though it was the same smile.

Why? It looked like a young man’s refreshing smile like a flower before, but why did it get ugly?

Is it the difference between falling in love and falling out of love?

Vivian narrowed her eyebrows and stared at the Emperor’s face for a moment. There was only one conclusion every time she looked at it. He looked like Aiden. He’s so handsome.

Anyway, since he was the Emperor, let’s say he gave in a hundred times and did anything to other women. However, Cardel’s favorability was already bottoming out. Because he’s been acting like a dog.

He needed to change. That’s a lot, too.

“Your Majesty, only one corner of your mouth is exceptionally high! Keep your balance.”

“This is what I did.”

When Julian opened his mouth, sharp fangs shone from the exceptionally raised corners of his mouth.

“Well, Your Majesty, may I touch your face for a moment?”

“Did you wash your hands?”

“No?”

“Hey, you!”

Vivian stepped up without warning and raised the corner of his mouth on the other side before the Emperor told her to wash her hands. His forehead crumpled like a sheet of paper crumpled with all his might.

“Please stay still.”

She pressed his brows with her opposite hand, saying harsh things. Julian crumpled his face even more at the ruthless touch and then slowly relaxed it.

It was still ugly, but something similar to a smile was created.

“Oh, that was good. If you practice more, you’ll look more natural.”

“Ha… what are you doing?”

“This is the most important thing.”

It was better to keep expressing love. That I love you with all my heart, and you’re loved like this.

In particular, Cardel liked the Duke of Bron, known to be friendly, and considering that she loved Perdi’s novels enthusiastically, it was highly likely that the kind man was her type.

Then the Emperor needed to start with a smile and change perfectly from head to toe. That’s what she was saying.

It was necessary to start with an outward smile to express kindness. Of course, she didn’t mean to laugh all the time, but it was good to laugh as if you were too lovely to bear sometimes. However, if a rotten smile rises around his mouth at that timing, Cardel will only misunderstand.

“And don’t grab her by the collar or force her by the wrist. Don’t ever do anything like that. No threats at all. Be nice to her.”

It was one of the points that female readers were excited to see in her novels – careless and affectionate. And that’s one of the reasons Vivian had a crush on Aiden.

She clapped her hands with her partner instead of continuing her thoughts. Yeah, like Aiden!

First of all, the most necessary thing at this point is to think about Cardel’s feelings first and be considerate. Never do what she hates. And never touch, never knock her.

It was the basics of the basics.

“What’s next?”

“First of all, stop treating someone as a toy or threatening to cut off their limbs.”

“It’s… ”

“I know it wasn’t meant to be.”

Vivian obviously knew Julian liked Cardel, so she dismissed it as nonsense, but Cardel probably didn’t. She’d take it straight and tremble with fear. She must have been obediently beaten for fear of doing cruel things such as damaging the body to keep herself tied. That’s what she heard in person before, and it was obvious to think about the rough relationship with the Emperor.

“Please make it kind.”

“……when having sex?”

“You’ll need to be delicate, too.”

What is sex? Make love.

She herself was never a woman of delicacy, but Cardel was a noble spirit who had grown up to be a fine woman and had never done anything bad before. As obedient and dependent on others,

She was fragile and delicate. There was a need to be softer and more delicate. Not only in the physical sense but also in a linguistic sense.

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