Dazzling sunlight shone through the window.

As the intense sunlight knocked on his face, Seol Jihu sluggishly opened his eyes and instinctively dug into a source of warmth.

“Ah…”

A quiet moan rang out in the half-awake Seol Jihu’s ears.

“I gotta wake up and go to work… no… I can sleep more… but I automatically wake up around this time….”

He tossed and turned while breathing hard.

“Ugh, why won’t he get off?”

Kim Hannah pushed Seol Jihu away, groaning.

“Ung…”

Of course, he crawled back to her right after.

“Jesus.”

“Seonhwa… Yuhui Noona… if you both do that… I can’t breathe…”

“Christ.”

Kim Hannah sighed.

Just what was he dreaming about to make such a happy face?

“This little rascal…”

After shoving the sleep-talking Seol Jihu away, she got up from the bed and got to work.

If you can’t ride a horse, ride a cow.

Seol Jihu smacked his lips and rolled around. He buried his face in the warm sheets that still carried Kim Hannah’s bodily warmth.

A delicate scent of makeup products and alcohol tickled the end of his nose.

“I heated up some water for you.”

“Thanks.”

“What will you have for breakfast?”

“Something good for a hangover. Two servings of it, please.”

All kinds of sounds struck Seol Jihu’s ears as he slowly woke up. The sound of a door closing, the sound of water running, the sound of water boiling, etc…

He even smelled a mouth-watering fragrance.

Just as Seol Jihu flared his nostrils and swung his body up, a wet towel flew toward him and landed on his face.

“…What was that for?”

“I’m in the middle of changing.”

A puzzled voice intersected an aloof voice. Sssk, sssk. Seol Jihu grumbled quietly as he heard the ruffling of clothes.

“My eyes were closed.”

“I actually threw it ‘cuz I was mad.”

Seol Jihu tilted his head at Kim Hannah’s confession.

“Mad? Why?”

“Do you have any idea how hard...