Please Let Me Touch You, Confucius

I was possessed by a magician who cursed the sub-male protagonist. If I continue like this, the sub-male protagonist, who recovered his body thanks to the female protagonist, will kill me. Before that happens, I have to lift the curse first. Then he won’t come looking for me. “Your Majesty. Should we hold hands?” “No.” “Your Majesty. Should we hug and sleep?” “No.” “Your Majesty. If you let me touch him just once…” “No.” But our prickly Confucius won’t listen. Please listen to me. I have to live! “You said you wanted to touch me.” The Confucius I saw after a full year was no longer a young boy. The hand that held me, the embrace that hugged me, the hot gaze that looked down on me— “But ...