Together Forever | LK

15.1 - A Warm Temperature

Lisa's heart felt like it was itching because of his actions. She closed her eyes, then opened them again. He was still in the same position, not having even changed it in the slightest.

"What are you thinking?" she asked.

He answered, "I'm thinking about you."

"What about me?"

"Can't really say." He really began to seriously contemplate. "Do you want to do your internship in a law firm or in the courts?"

"I don't know." She had always thought that she was mature enough already, but in reality, when faced with internship, career choice, or other questions of this type, she was still very much at a loss. Possibly in five years, when she looked back on herself now, she would feel then that none of these were actually issues.

But right now, they truly were issues.

"How about I'll just contentedly be Mrs. Jeon?" She blew out a breath. "Mr. Jeon's 'ru hua mei juan[1]' [beautiful wife who is lovely like a flower]."

He copied the shape of her lips that she had used to form "ru hua mei juan," but his pronunciation was not very accurate.

Lisa chortled delightedly as she listened to him. "I've finally discovered our cultural differences. Teacher Jeon, it seems you are only able to teach law, and preferably international law or something along those lines."

He suddenly gave an utterly harmless and innocent smile before his hands slipped beneath the covers, and sliding them in under the hem of her pajamas, he allowed his warm palm to stroke the skin at her waist. His action caused Lisa's throat to grow dry, and she motioned with her lips for him to turn off the lights. However, it was as if he had not seen anything as he continued caressing her for a little while. Then all of a sudden, he began to lightly squeeze her in the spot where she was most ticklish.

She bit down on her lip, not daring to laugh out loud.

Unable to escape him, she could only strugglingly writhe beneath his arms, but unfortunately, he was too strong and no matter what she did, it was no use. Finally, when her face was flushed and her entire body was covered in sweat from laughing so hard, he released her. Rolling to the other end of the bed, she protested, "Jungkook ..."

"Mm," he answered, still lying on his side with one arm propping up his head, his hairs in front falling forward gently so that they partly concealed his eyes.

"Pretty Lady's Bane?" She suddenly felt that this name suited him perfectly.

He smiled, not batting an eye, and did not answer.

"Have I ever told you"—she shifted herself herself back cautiously out of worry that he would tickle her again, wrapped her arms and legs around him, and enunciated each word clearly—"I love you?"

After saying this, she pressed her cheek against his chest. And then, she felt his arms encircle her waist.

"I don't think you have." His voice came from above her head.

His answer was actually given quite seriously.

Lisa had thought her one sentence had been quite touching, but his answer left her at a loss over whether to cry or laugh. Right as she was about to lift her head to protest, he began gently placing kisses from her forehead down her face.

So he had been touched. In satisfaction, Lisa turned her face upwards and responded to his kisses until, in the end, both of them somewhat felt that control was slipping from their grasp. He suddenly halted himself and wrapped her snugly in the blanket. "Nothing is one hundred percent guaranteed to be failproof. Be good and go back to sleep. We have plenty of time in the future."