Sighing with a hint of regret, she went through the pictures again, capturing the quaint streets on the camera screen.
In the process, one picture caught her eye. A wellgroomed flower bed under the wall of a building in the photo drew her attention.
In order to take a closer look, she zoomed in on the flower bed. The green leaves of an unknown plant looked fresh.
She wondered why she was reminded of the lettuce and perilla leaves from dinner while looking at the fresh leaves.
Her lips pursed, and her fingertips lightly went to her mouth. There was a tingling sensation where she had briefly felt the man’s breath.
After a moment, she suddenly burst into laughter.
The man, usually cold and cynical when silent, became somewhat clownish when he spoke, which made her laugh even more the more she thought about it.
Suddenly checking the time, Da Jung hurriedly gathered her travel toiletries and necessary items.
There were only two shower rooms, one for each gender, which were always full, but she should be able to enjoy a leisurely shower at this time.
Leaving her room, she headed towards the shower room in the middle of the hallway. As expected, it was quiet around the shower room.
Casually approaching, she grabbed and turned the doorknob, and the items in Da Jung’s hands clattered to the floor.
Cold air rushed out from the opened door. The air was damp, and the sound of water droplets falling from the recently shut off showerhead was clear.
A man who took up most of the small space turned around. The sight of his moist, gleaming muscles contracting vibrantly took her breath away.
The scene was less obscene, more a living vitality like Adam who held the ancient mystery.
Da Jung’s gaze fell, brushing over his smooth shoulders and chest, then lingering on the fascinating contours of his abdomen. Perhaps due to the white hue of the towel around his waist, the depth of the shadows in the curve was accentuated.
The dynamic and detailed description reminded her of the Statue of David, which exuded a similar sensation.
“You, that look.”
The reverberating voice snapped Da Jung out of her trance, and she quickly raised her head.
“You’re licking again.”
“What?”
Her reflexive questioning face was completely spaced out. Again, she was being treated like a lick of his tongue, but she had no time to be conscious of it.
The man, with a hand arrogantly placed on his hip, slanted a glance at her. His demeanor was incredibly confident.
“What are you doing?”
“What?”
Underneath his motion of slowly brushing through his wet hair, a disgruntled expression emerged.
“If you’re going to keep watching, come in and watch.”
“What? Ah… yes!”
The man’s blatant remark didn’t surprise her anymore. Da Jung, finally grasping the situation, hurriedly picked up her fallen belongings and turned away.
The man, who had been watching the door close with a bang, flicked his eyebrows.
She was an odd woman, whose occasional glances were somewhat irritating. Not just her gaze, but her expression and her actions as well.
The man leaned on the wall, contemplating for a moment. He had finished his shower perfectly, but somehow felt unsettled.
Having made up his mind, he turned the shower knob again, and lathered a generous amount of body wash on his palm.
Meanwhile, Da Jung, without blinking, stared at the closed door, batting her eyelashes in disbelief.
Looking and looking again, the sign on the door was undoubtedly for the men’s shower room.
She was going crazy!
Da Jung, slapping her cheek, dashed back to her room in disbelief and flung her quilt that had been thrown into a mess back in place.
“Why didn’t he lock the door…!”
As she grumbled, blaming not entirely herself, her face flushed hot.
Even though the man was the one caught in the nude, it was an inexplicable fact why she was the one feeling embarrassed.
Covering herself with the quilt once more, the ensuing stampede lasted for quite some time.
Fresh dawn poured in through the window, accompanied by the chirping of birds.
Da Jung’s eyes, once she tossed the quilt aside, stared blankly at the ceiling. Her skin was parched, and the skin under her eyes was dark as if smeared with blue paint.
The perfectly balanced living statue of David that had flickered before her eyes all night had kept her awake.
“Sigh…”
Only a deep sigh echoed in the silent room.
Having stepped out of the room when it was breakfast time, Da Jung tiptoed down the stairs and peered into the dining room. She was on the lookout for the man she should avoid bumping into.
“What are you doing?”
Caught off guard by the unexpected echo of her native language, she spun around to face the man’s impassive face.
Embarrassment was always Da Jung’s burden. As she avoided eye contact, the man tilted his head awkwardly.
“Step aside and don’t block the way.”
“…Huh? Okay!”
Despite being caught naked last night, he acted as if nothing had happened.
Swiftly pressing her body to the wall, room 206 breezily passed by her.
Turns Out He’s Been Secretly in Love with Me
One-line summary: He acts like he doesn’t like her but is actually playing hard to get.
Synopsis:
Xu Muzhou like her. He has liked her for a very long time, and through repeated schemes, he finally closed the distance with her.
But this is still far from enough.
He wants to be the one who stands out among her many suitors, to fight for her attention, and to make her take the initiative to pursue him.
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