MR. Jeon, The Heart Bandit | L.K Adaptation

Chapter 117:Special Chapter(Non-Canon)

Jungkook had sent the little one to Jisoo's home the night before.

The little one protested at first, but he changed his mind when Jungkook assured him that his sister would arrive in the process, and hence picked up a box of his toys and happily went to Jisoo.

The thick curtains could no longer block out the morning light, with blinding rays slipping through the seams.

Lisa had slept late on the night before it was already ten in the morning. Rubbing her eyes, she tossed around, he body sore all around.

That damned man.

In that moment, an arm gathered her but Lisa kept both hands on his chest, her voice at once drowsy and lazy, "You're so annoying!"

"Feeling uncomfortable? Good girl, I'll give you a massage"

With his black hair in a mess, Jungkook resembled a fox on the hunt.

And Lisa did not expect that his 'massage' was not really a massage....

****

Three hours later.

It was already past noon.

Hungry and tired, Lisa continued sleeping after Jungkook helped her bathe.

"Get up".

Jungkook gave her a tender slap: he sounded as if he was satiated.

Lisa grunted a few times but remained reluctant to move, and Jungkook voice turned tender. "Good girl, get up. It's time to eat".

She promptly opened her eyes wide to find the man looking breezy, and she abruptly exploded in rage. "I'll eat you up!"

"....You don't need to be that bloodthirsty".

"Bastard"

Lisa sat up and started hitting him in irritation, but Jungkook caught her small hands and pulled her into his arms with a smile, "Still sore?"

"Nonsense!"

"Uh-hu. I was wrong then".

That apology did not sound repentant at all. Lisa pushed him off, kicking her fair servant into the floorboards.

Flustered and assuming that she was angry, Jungkook held her from behind. "Don't be angry, okay? I was wrong; I won't do that to you again".

Lisa blushed, "Let go, I'm going to the toilet".

However, her legs went soft with the next step and she fell to the floor too.

Feeling pain in his chest, Jungkook picked her up and put her on the bed, checking her for injuries. "Let me have a look, did that hurt?"

"It's your fault!" Lisa pouted becoming more aggrieved the more she thought about it.

Soon, her tears were dropping like a broken string of pearls.

"Don't cry okay?" Jungkook was now completely panicking as she cried, but he cleaned her small face despite his bewilderment. "Good girl, don't cry, I won't bully you ever again".

Lisa hit him as she cried, "It's your fault! I can't even walk now!"

Her nose was red and she had circles around her now-watery eyes, and she looked just like a wounded kitten.

He knew that she was as tender as she appeared outwardly strong, a little girl more delicate than everyone else.

Jungkook kept his arms tightly around her and gently coaxed. "I won't do that ever again. Forgive me, alright? And I'll carry you if you can't walk, okay?"

Lisa vengefully rubbed her tears on him only then did she nod.

After he carried her to the toilet and helped her washed up, he put his shirt over her and carried her downstairs.

Lisa sat on his lap and enjoyed him feeding her.

She must be hungry too the bowl of porridge was soon finished.

Then, after a sip of milk, she said, "I'm still hungry".

Jungkook himself was a little red when he saw a drop of milk lingering at the corner of her lips, gulping as he averted his eyes.

It was so discreetly seductive. He must stay calm he shouldn't torment her any longer, or she would really get angry.

When that happens, she would give him the cold shoulder.

After eating, the pair returned upstairs beneath their sheets and played with phones.

Jungkook was hugging her from her back, his scalding palm rubbing her belly.

"Why do you keep touching me there?" Lisa could not help but ask.

"I'm thinking that there should be a Lili junior now after I've worked so hard" Jungkook looked serious.

"Tsk" Lisa was red-faced, but she decided to shatter his fantasy. "Stop dreaming".

A little disappointed, Jungkook pinched her cheek. "It's alright. I'll keep working hard if that wasn't successful"

She wouldn't be the one getting tired anyway.

Lisa ignored him and kept her eyes on her phone self-indulgently.

Jungkook frowned when he saw that her screen was page full of tightly-packed Chinese characters "What are you reading?"

"Novel"

"What novel?"

"Romance"

Jungkook was upset. "Don't read those things"

After all, why not look at him more if she had the time?

Be that as it may, Lisa flipped around and stared bragging, "I say this novel[Mister Jeon, the Heart Bandit] is such a good read. You should learn a thing or two from the protagonist he's so nice to the female protagonist, spoiling her and teasing her....And then there's you!"

Jungkook glowered, "Lisa, are you comparing me to a one-dimensional character?"

Damned woman!

"I'm just saying...." Lisa said gingerly. "Moreover, the protagonist shares your last name...."

However, Jungkook was further enraged, and his voice grew sinister. "What rotten title for a book is that last name. And you are not allowed to keep reading! I'll break your legs if you do!"

"Okay...."

"Who's the author?" He really wanted to know who wrote that stuff!

"Jiang Duhuan" Lisa replied.

Fantastic.

Jungkook sneered. "He's got no future now".

"You're being cruel, Jungkook" Lisa retorted.

He responded by holding her chin. "No novels from now on. You are only allowed to look at me got it?"

Inwardly, Lisa wanted badly to exhume all his ancestors, but she nodded tamely. "Got it"

Jungkook the snatched away her phone, and deleted[Mister Jeon, the Heart Bandit] from her library!

That was when notification after notification popped up on a window.

He clicked and entered to find himself in a chat group called[Happy Gramps Harem300], serve code 76314255.

The reader circles were chatting away merrily in the two groups, leaving Jungkook utterly exasperated. "This author is so shameless!"

And his wife was in it too

Leave server!

Lisa was his and his only. No one can take her from him!

This author has no future!

None!