“Do you really like me?” San suddenly asked, cutting Biyeon off.

He arched his back to look straight into Biyeon’s eyes.

“Of course, I do…”

Biyeon felt soft hands gently cupping her cheeks. Biyeon’s eyes widened even more.

A soft, warm feeling on the tip of her lips lingered for a moment and then faded away. Biyeon had closed her eyes shut. A bit of sweet regret remained on her lips…

“What do you think of this?”

Biyeon became restless and disoriented. San had now moved behind her. Before long, he had wrapped his arms around her. She could feel his chest on her shoulders.

Biyeon stood tall and took in a deep breath. She felt her brain turn white from shock as she felt a warm breath on her ear. Goosebumps started appearing on her neck. She felt the strength in her body drain out.

“You think this is the end?”

With a dumbfounded expression, Biyeon turned her head to face San. There was no playfulness in his eyes.

“What…?”

“Now! Don’t think! Just feel what’s happening where your emotions dwell.”

San stopped Biyeon from speaking once more. Biyeon couldn’t understand what was going on. Now San, who had his...