Her voice, scent, and clumsy movements. While absorbing all the information about her that reached him, Taejoon continued to feel thirsty. Even though he could see and touch her, one sense was tightly sealed off, becoming a deep and intense longing. It even turned into loneliness.

For her who was collapsing into silence, he mixed in a half-joke.

“I was so thirsty. You would have pressed harder. As if clinging to a jar of the full moon that was sealed, the outer appearance was fine, but it was not normal. The unquenchable thirst that couldn’t be filled, even if he poured more, tormented him.

He would have pressed even harder as if swept away by the waves. Holding onto the arm that grasped him to not lose her, Han Soeun was lovely. How pretty she was. How pretty she really was. Wanting to check her expression, he had to barely suppress the urge to turn on the light, regardless of her intentions.

Desiring to absorb all her information conveyed through her face, when she wanted to hold onto her, she brought her fingertips to her face. Following Taejoon’s hand, her face tilted. Soeun was charming as she clung to her like a cat, expecting a reaction, even against her will, in her yearning heart. How pretty she must be. How pretty she must be indeed. The desire to check when her lips opened, when they puckered, why they were trembling, whether there were tears in her eyes, and whether there weren’t, brought her fingertips to her face. Along with Taejoon’s hand, her face tilted. Wanting to check when her lips opened, when they puckered, why they were trembling, whether there were tears in her eyes, and whether there weren’t, the desire to check led her fingertips to her face. Along with Taejoon’s hand, her face tilted. Wanting to check when her lips opened, when they puckered, why they were trembling, whether there were tears in her eyes, and whether there weren’t, the desire to check led her fingertips to her face. Along with Taejoon’s hand, her face tilted. How pretty she must be. How pretty she must be indeed. The desire to check when her lips opened, when they puckered, why they were trembling, whether there were tears in her eyes, and whether there weren’t, led her fingertips to her face. Along with Taejoon’s hand, her face tilted. How pretty she must be. How pretty she must be indeed. The desire to check when her lips opened, when they puckered, why they were trembling, whether there were tears in her eyes, and whether there weren’t, led her fingertips to her face. Along with Taejoon’s hand, her face tilted. How pretty she must be. How pretty she must be indeed. The desire to check when her lips opened, when they puckered, why they were trembling, whether there were tears in her eyes, and whether there weren’t, led her fingertips to her face. Along with Taejoon’s hand, her face tilted. How pretty she must be. How pretty she must be indeed. The desire to check when her lips opened, when they puckered, why they were trembling, whether there were tears in her eyes, and whether there weren’t, led her fingertips to her face. Along with Taejoon’s hand, her face tilted. How pretty she must be. How pretty she must be indeed. The desire to check when her lips opened, when they puckered, why they were trembling, whether there were tears in her eyes, and whether there weren’t, led her fingertips to her face. Along with Taejoon’s hand, her face tilted. How pretty she must be. How pretty she must be indeed. The desire to check when her lips opened, when they puckered, why they were trembling, whether there were tears in her eyes, and whether there weren’t, led her fingertips to her face. Along with Taejoon’s hand, her face tilted. How pretty she must be. How pretty she must be indeed. The desire to check when her lips opened, when they puckered, why they were trembling, whether there were tears in her eyes, and whether there weren’t, led her fingertips to her face. Along with Taejoon’s hand, her face tilted. How pretty she must be. How pretty she must be indeed. The desire to check when her lips opened, when they puckered, why they were trembling, whether there were tears in her eyes, and whether there weren’t, led her fingertips to her face. Along with Taejoon’s hand, her face tilted. How pretty she must be. How pretty she must be indeed. The desire to check when her lips opened, when they puckered, why they were trembling, whether there were tears in her eyes, and whether there weren’t, led her fingertips to her face. Along with Taejoon’s hand, her face tilted. How pretty she must be. How pretty she must be indeed. The desire to check when her lips opened, when they puckered, why they were trembling, whether there were tears in her eyes, and whether
You like me. You want to receive love from me.

That certainty was the driving force.

Even in the newly risen darkness, a climax of light that seemed like there would be no more happiness anywhere else appeared. Even between her small lips, gentle sighs poured out.

The next day.

Soeun woke up feeling refreshed. She was alone in the bedroom.