Without hesitation, he entered the bathtub. When they first came to see the house, the real estate agent said, “This studio apartment has a particularly large bathtub, and bubbles come out from it. The owner who built this building likes such things. It’s spacious even for one person, and it’s good for two people to come in… It’s good for a husband and wife. Hehe,” blushing as he said that.

“It doesn’t matter to me.”

I told the agent.

So, thinking that it would never happen with another person, they were in the bathtub together.

Although it was larger than other bathtubs, it was snug for two people sitting in it. The water that had splashed on their thighs earlier had now risen to just below their chests. Even if she wanted to escape, she couldn’t. The solid man’s body clung to her, whispering.

“You said you were tired. So, I came in to wash you.”
He reached out and opened the bath bomb. Foam bubbled up in the stream of water. Fortunately, her body was hidden, but he didn’t stop. Yesterday, he had massaged her stiff shoulders, hardened from fatigue.

“I wanted to bathe you yesterday.”

Every time he spoke, her skin tingled.

“I fell asleep reading a book again, so I just let you sleep. Is anything hurting? How can you suddenly fall asleep like that every day?”

“That’s, Teacher.”

With a sigh, Seolhee called Eunwoo. Usually, she called him ‘you,’ but now, she unintentionally called him that.

“Teacher has really good stamina.”

He constantly did tasks that required more stamina than her and studied at night. After Seolhee’s schedule was finished, he would continue to cling to her.

“I’m just an ordinary person.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah. I’m still so tired that my body is collapsing…”

She submerged herself in the hot water. Bubbles rose from Seolhee’s complaining mouth deep in the hot water.

“Sorry.”

Saying that, Eunwoo continued to massage Seolhee’s exhausted body. As he kneaded her tense muscles, moans escaped from Seolhee’s lips.

“Umm.”

“It’s so cute when you make those sounds.”

Eunwoo narrowed his eyes, whispered as he looked at Seolhee, whose hair was disheveled.

Ah. That wasn’t the intention.

The man’s eyes sparkled again.

“You’re bad, Seolhee.”

Eunwoo muttered, laughing. Hot water dripped from his hair, falling onto Seolhee’s face.

“You keep tempting me like that.”

“…Um.”

“You’re bad.”

His lips swallowed Seolhee’s lips again. And like that, Seolhee surrendered to him once again.

Because they had spent so much time in the bathtub, and due to the intense exercise inside, Seolhee’s body was genuinely difficult to move. Eunwoo dressed her in the clothes that had fallen when she fell backward, and sat her on the bed.

“I’m really sorry this time.”

Seolhee opened her eyes at Eunwoo’s apology.

“Are you reflecting?”

“Yeah.”

“What did they say at the hospital today?”

“Sorry.”

Eunwoo rarely apologized twice. Eventually, Seolhee’s heart softened, and she sat down at the dining table.

On the table were the miso stew, rice, and a few side dishes that Eunwoo had prepared. Eunwoo liked cooking. From handling ingredients to making broth, he did it all by hand.

“Eat quickly.”

At his words, she picked up her chopsticks and took a bite. The deep and refreshing broth was delicious. A bright smile crossed Seolhee’s eyes, who loved eating.

“Is it good?”

“Yeah.”

Seolhee nodded.

How could he be good at cooking like this? He was impressive, from Western dishes like pasta sauce or tacos to the food they ate at home.

“Where did you learn this? Does your mother cook well?”
Suddenly, she was curious. What kind of person was the mother who raised him? Did he inherit his cooking skills from his mother?

He hadn’t talked much about himself. Seolhee only realized that he was raised in a conglomerate family when Ihyeon told her. He barely mentioned his parents or siblings; he only casually mentioned their existence.

Unlike Seolhee, who talked extensively about her family, Eunwoo raised an eyebrow.

“Your mother?”

“Yeah. I find it difficult to follow recipes just by reading books. I wondered if my mother was good at cooking. Did she often make this kind of food at home?”

Smiling, Eunwoo nodded in response to Seolhee’s question.

“My mother can’t make this kind of food at all.”

“Not at all?”

“Yeah. I’ve never seen her make it. She just made it roughly. Is it delicious?”

“Yeah…”

It was delicious.

But it was really amazing. How could someone make this kind of food roughly? It was fascinating. Then, suddenly, Seolhee was curious and asked.

“But your mother can’t make this kind of food at all?”

“Yeah.”

When it came to soybean paste stew, it was usually the most commonly made food in households. Seolhee’s mother wasn’t particularly good at cooking compared to other mothers, but she could still make a tasty soybean paste stew.

“Our mother doesn’t cook at all.”

“Well, she probably has someone to take care of household chores.”

If it were just an ordinary house, there wouldn’t be anything unusual. But Eunwoo’s house wasn’t ordinary.

The image of a wealthy lady holding a coffee cup elegantly and laughing, as seen in dramas, or the opposite image of a mother with no manners saying, “How dare you surpass my son?” with contempt, came to mind.

However, neither the elegant nor the ill-mannered mother seemed fitting for Eunwoo.

“I’m curious about your mother. What kind of person is she?”

Eunwoo tilted his head slightly, lost in thought.

“Well, she’s a bit unique.”

Seolhee’s eyebrows narrowed at Eunwoo’s words. If even Eunwoo, who had said that his house wasn’t particularly unusual, considered her unique, then she was undoubtedly not an ordinary person.