The Villain’s Sister Suffers Today-Chapter 95

Episode 95

Translator : Missme

Editor : Aru

However, nothing caught my mind right away.

What should I say? Should I compliment the forest view? It’s kind of out of the blue, but for example, the base of that tree is very smooth and solid……..

That’s when I thought about it. Suddenly there was a thin voice passing through my head.

‘What kind of woman does the Duke like?’

Ah, right.

Ash ideal type.

Should I ask? I made up my mind at that time that I should ask him.

However, at this moment, the subject that I couldn’t put into practice because I couldn’t catch the timing suddenly came to mind.

There was a subtle force in the hand holding the reins.

‘Shall I ask him now?’

…… Is it okay? Isn’t it okay?

So right now, it’s just you and Ash without anyone else, and it’s quiet around here.

This is not bad timing, is it?

My heart was pounding. In fact, it would be a question that wasn’t much of a question, but I felt like I was conscious of it.

I straightened my throat and brought it up naturally as if I were talking like every day as possible.

“Oh, Ash. This is just a sudden question.”

“What?”

“It doesn’t mean much, and I’m just asking because I’m curious.”

Wait a minute, it’s too long! It’s even pathetic!

Far from being natural, it’s incredibly unnatural. The awkwardness is at its peak. But it’s already late. There’s no turning back. I just hurried to the point.

“What’s your ideal type?”

Wow, I asked too openly!

But this too is a word that has now gone out of my mouth. It was too thin to pick up.

Instead of struggling to fix what couldn’t be corrected, I decided to devote everything to my facial expressions.

Ash opened his mouth as if he knew that I was doing to pretend to be calm.

“My ideal type?”

When I heard him repeat my question in a relaxed voice, somehow my face went up.

Suddenly, I felt as if I had asked such an embarrassing question. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

‘Should I cancel it? No! Cancelling doesn’t mean that’s a question that wasn’t there!’

A war broke out under the resolute mask, which was covered with desperate efforts.

At that time, Ash spoke calmly without a change of expression.

“Well…”

I watched Ash’s lips move, nervous at the moment.

“I’ve never thought about it, something like that.”

It was not long before I lost my pulse.

“No?”

I didn’t show it – I tried not to, but it was a very disappointing answer after making a fuss inside.

“You’ve never thought about your ideal type?”

“Well, there isn’t.”

“Not at all?”

“Not at all.”

Ash then looked at me with an expression like ‘what the problem was’.

I’m speechless.

‘There’s no problem.’

No, in retrospect, didn’t I answer the same question just a few days ago?

‘It’s not time to talk like that about other people.’

That’s right. But now it’s ridiculous to think that I felt dejected.

Oh, you cunning humankind.

‘And what would I do if I knew his ideal type in the first place?’

That’s right. So this was the case.

Suddenly, a realization like a real awareness time came to me, and I suddenly heard Ash’s voice as I stared ahead.

“Let’s think about it now.”

“Huh?”

“Ideal type.”

As I turned around, I could see Ash’s seemingly insignificant straight face.

“It’s not that the ideal type doesn’t exist, it’s that I just haven’t thought about it.”

I blinked my eyes. I felt as if I had heard something unexpected.

“……do you have it? Ideal type?”

“I don’t know yet, but if I think about it, something could come out.”

“Think, then.”

The realization was all lies. My distracted pulse began to beat diligently again, causing me to feel nervous again. The moment Ash “thinks” about her ideal type felt very long.

How long did I wait while trying to control my facial expression? Ash’s long-awaited mouth slowly opened.

“First of all…”

‘First of all?’

Are there multiple conditions?

“It’s about this tall.”

‘As tall as his shoulder?’

No, by the way, why did he start with the height?

It was a more detailed and systematic answer than I thought, so I was a little embarrassed in a different way.

In the meantime, however, my inner self was comparing my height to what Ash said.

‘I was about the same height.’

“The length of her hair …… this much.”

‘Okay, the length of the hair fits well.’

“The skin is white.”

‘Was my skin on the white side? Well, that’s as white as it gets, right?’

“The eyes are amber in colour.”

‘Pumpkin? My eyes are amber, too. Wait a minute.’

“The hair colour is………”

I was lost in thought and listened to his vision, which was leaning down a little. I met Ash’s eyes.

His eyes that seemed to have melted gold and filled the centre were mischievously bent.

“Red.”

“……!”

My mouth muted. The facial expression management, which was working on its own, collapsed in an instant.

Ash keeps on talking, not stopping there.

“The tips of the eyes are slightly raised, the nose is straight and narrow, the lips are red and thick, and the face shape is generally thin…….”

“…….”

“Her preferred outdoor dress is green.”

“Sto, stop.”

I shut Ash’s mouth in a belated blow. My mind finally came back. Ash took the reins of the horse and held my hand that was stopped in the mid-air gently.

“Why?”

“What do you mean why now you’re…….”

I couldn’t be confident of saying it myself, so I blurred the end, and Ash laughed low.

In the midst of this, I immediately thought that the sound of laughter I heard up close was good to hear. It was seriously severe.

“I thought about it because you asked me to think about my ideal type, and I brought out the results honestly.”

“……your ideal type is me?”

“Of course.”

Ash took my reins and put them back in my hand. He was affectionate, with his hands that straightened my disordered posture.

“Who else would there be?”

‘My ideal type is the one I like.’

Again, I remembered a thin, quiet voice in my head.

Why is the phrase that I thought was just a lightly response suddenly lodged in my heart at this moment?

“Noonim.”

“……uh?”

“What I’ve never thought about is my ideal type.”

“…….”

“because I didn’t have to think about it.”

As he said so, his smiling features caught my eye.

His white hair, covering his forehead with a bit of freedom, was absurdly bright and gorgeous.

Suddenly, I wondered why I had never thought about my ideal type.

After I debuted in the social world, I had no memory of weighing what kind of man I preferred.

Why did I do that?

‘Cause I’m not interested in men at all?’

No way.

I’ve already answered a similar question before.

It’s not that I wasn’t interested in men, it was just all my attention was focused on only one person.

I didn’t want to see anyone else, so I didn’t have to think about my ideal type or anything.

‘……so, that was because of Ash?’

My heart throbbed.

‘And Ash was like that too?’

Like I did, maybe he’d only focused on one person in the world from a very long time ago.

Is this what he meant?

I made eye contact with Ash.

It’s a funny idea, but my face is drawn to the clean, deep yellow eyes that seem to have drawn and painted.

A more raucous wave spread inside my heart.

I could actually tell. Based on Ash’s behaviour. If all the things he’d shown me so far are not because I’m his older sister and family, but because I’m just me.

You can know without having to hear the definition in words.

What I mean to Ash, what I am to Ash.

‘But I want to hear it.’

I want to hear it. I want him to tell me in person, in a voice that makes my heartbeat with his gentle echo.

What does he think of me? What do I mean to him?

“Ash.”

I opened my mouth with a steady throbbing heart.

Again, this time, I needed the courage to hold the reins as hard as I could, but what was contained in it was not anxiety or impatience, but expectations and excitement.

If he tells me.

Then I’ll tell him, too.

What I thought. What I wanted and desired. And what I’m imagining looking at you right now.

“You…”

It was then. Suddenly it felt like a forest was ringing.

thump thump

The vibrations transmitted on the ground were not so strange.

A moment later, a flock of something from afar caught sight.

A bunch of monsters.

My mouth opened on its own.

‘No, why now!’