The Young Master Hides His Chest

She has a childhood friend who she used to propose to repeatedly when they were young and clueless... It’s true that Hazel once liked her kind, delicate, and intelligent young master. But as an adult, she long since understood her place. He is the beloved youngest son of a duke’s household. She is the daughter of a baron in name only. So, marriage in this lifetime? Absolutely not. She returned to her hometown with one life goal: to admire the muscular beauty of men in public venues (like fighting arenas) and grope the chests of royal hunks. With such conviction, she came home. “So, what I meant was, not like yours, but like… huh?” Just as she tried to draw the line by poking the frail young master’s chest— “…What’s going on here?” “Hiz, I’m sorry. Are you mad? Want to touch my chest?”