I was possessed by the wizard who cursed the sub male lead.

If you go on like this, you will be killed by the female lead who has recovered.

Before that happens, I have to release the curse first.

Then you won't come to find me.

"Confucius. Shall we hold hands?"

"I hate it."

"Confucius. Shall we sleep in our arms?"

"I hate it."

"Confucius. If you let me touch it just once..."

"I hate it."

But our grumpy Confucius doesn't listen.

Please listen to me. I have to live!

"He said he wanted to touch me."

Confucius, who I saw for the first time in a full year, was no longer a young boy.

The hand holding me, the embrace of me, and the angry gaze looking down are all-

"But why did you run away on your own?"

It belonged to an adult.

An arrogant, persistent, and lustful adult.

"If you're next to me, you can keep touching like this."

He came to me while pressing my body,

He recited it in a friendly voice that would never happen again.

"Reina. You can't get out of me again."