Objectively, Jung Ha-Yan was a very charming woman. She still couldn’t be compared to the supreme Hee-Ra noona, but she had a voluminous yet petite body. Her large eyes also made her look cute.

I wasn’t sure if magic could influence one’s appearance, but she definitely looked prettier compared to when we first met. Back then, she wasn’t really interested in making herself look more beautiful.

But now, Jung Ha-Yan had become even more beautiful. Her pink lips made her look like a character straight out of a comic, and her skin looked like porcelain. She was pretty enough for guys like Yoo Seok-Woo, whom I could barely remember at this point.

Overall, she was charming, but she was nothing more than a cute little sister to me.

Jung Ha-Yan wasn’t pretty enough for me to react this way. I was a man, so my heart pounded faster when Jung Ha-Yan hugged me tightly. Still, it wasn’t enough to explain the strange feelings and signals that my body was giving off.

‘What’s wrong with me?’

I didn’t know how to describe it, but it was different from the usual.

I was sure she went for a jog this morning because I could still smell her sweat, and...