'Is he... is he afraid of being assassinated?'
'Or is it something else?'
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Dongnya stared at Lin Chu for a while. Seeing his breathing gradually even out, she sighed softly and tiptoed out of the room.
On the dining table was a delicious and lavish spread. The steak had gone cold, and the wine had been perfectly decanted, but the man was already asleep.
Romance was dead.
Killed by self-discipline, of all things!
This was supposed to have been a wild night.
Like a long-awaited rain after a drought.
But now, all she had was a quiet, lonely late-night meal.
She had no appetite. She stared blankly at the beautiful city lights for a long time before returning to the bedroom. She lay down quietly beside Lin Chu, found his large, warm hand, and closed her eyes.
A moment later, she slowly opened her eyes again, pulled out her phone, and set alarms for 5:00, 5:05, and 5:10 a.m.
'Criminal!'
'This is absolutely criminal!'
