Why a man exuded such an atmosphere was a mystery, and my own heart resonating with him was also a question.

Barely suppressing his rationality, Geon set out to find the veil to dispel this unfamiliar atmosphere. Still, as he grabbed Yeonwoo, who was about to fall, his pupils shook.

Knowing that Yeonwoo had a small frame compared to ordinary men, she was unbelievably thin and slender in Geon’s hand.

The sensation transmitted through Geon’s palm detected the delicate and smooth curve of Yeonwoo’s waist.

However, Geon’s surprise wasn’t only about Yeonwoo’s waist. The glimpse of Yeonwoo’s flesh color through the wet white clothes and the sensation of warm skin at the fingertips stimulated Geon’s instincts.

After passing over Yeonwoo’s round shoulders like a deer and skimming the long neck, Geon’s gaze moved to the intriguing lips.

In front of Yeonwoo’s tantalizing lips emitting a strange allure.

Just before Geon’s lips could explore Yeonwoo deeply, he withdrew.

Geon, who had temporarily held back his instincts, leaned against the wall of the bath, facing away from Yeonwoo, and let out a heavy sigh.

“Go away…”

The parted lips felt regretful. Why?

Turning towards Geon, Yeonwoo opened her lips.

“Na, Na-ri…”

“Didn’t I tell you to go!”

Geon raised his voice sharply as Yeonwoo, who was approaching, hesitated.

And in a low, painful voice, he murmured.

“Go when I can let you go…”

Faced with Geon’s sharp reaction, Yeonwoo had no choice but to leave the place without a word.

Entering a quiet room, Yeonwoo, with her legs giving way, sank down.

The heart, which had seemed to stop since the bath, now started pounding madly.

Touching her lips, the heat from where Geon’s lips had brushed against remained vivid. It wasn’t a dream.

“What, what is it? Why did Na-ri touch my lips…?”

Yeonwoo tried to find a reason for why Geon suddenly touched her lips, but nothing came to her mind in her blank head.

The only thing certain was the lingering regret in the place where Geon’s lips had passed.

At that moment, one thought crossed Yeonwoo’s mind.

“Could it be that Na-ri…?”
Did Geon harbor feelings of longing for her? Was that why he kissed her?

Yeonwoo’s face turned bright red.

However, upon calmly organizing her thoughts, Yeonwoo realized a few things she had overlooked.

Even though Yeonwoo’s body was wet, she was still in the bath. There wasn’t much time for Geon to inspect her body.

Moreover, Yeonwoo was covering herself meticulously with a thick towel. Since there was no way for Geon to visually confirm her as a woman, it seemed unlikely that he had exposed her identity.

So, if Geon thought of Yeonwoo as a man and still kissed her, did that mean he had feelings for a man?

Recalling Geon’s serious question about whether they could marry just a while ago, Yeonwoo’s hypothesis became even more certain.

Initially, she thought Geon’s reaction was due to his inability to distinguish between genders, but now, thinking again, he might have sincerely asked if men could marry each other.

If he could marry a man, did that mean he was willing to do so? Did he genuinely like men?

If that were the case, Geon might be longing for Yeonwoo as a man, not as a woman.

“You probably think of me as a man…”

She couldn’t help but feel disappointed at the thought that he might be disappointed if he knew she was a woman.

The next thing Yeonwoo had overlooked was the different nature of a man’s feelings from those of women.

“Men can engage in physical love even without romantic feelings…”

Unlike women, who wouldn’t engage in physical love without emotional attachment, she had heard that men could have physical intimacy even without romantic feelings.

Geon might have impulsively kissed Yeonwoo out of passing desire, regardless of gender.

“Ah… I don’t know.”

With that thought, Yeonwoo’s energy seemed to drain away.

Why did Gwangho-kun Na-ri kiss people and confuse them?

Unable to find an answer, Yeonwoo buried her face in the pillow.

—Splash.

Geon, who still hadn’t left the bath, poured cold water over his body.

He thought that pouring cold water on himself would clear his complicated thoughts, but it only made his heart ache more.

No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t understand why he had committed such an act.

Did he have a penchant for blue? Was the reason he had never embraced a single woman until now because of this?

Geon had never harbored desires for other men while watching them.

So why did he desire Yeonwoo’s lips? The more he questioned it, the more his thoughts became tangled like a complex thread.

Even amid this confusion, the stolen image of Yeonwoo’s lips kept coming to mind.

When he explored Yeonwoo’s soft lips, he became curious about what lay inside. And as he thought about peering inside, he wanted to commit an even more reckless act.

If he hadn’t expelled Yeonwoo from the spot, he felt like he would have lost control and done anything.

“…I must be going crazy.”