In the morning, as they lay there, basking in the warmth of each other's presence, Lee Yoon-Ah felt a sense of vulnerability wash over her. She had never felt this way with anyone before, and it scared her. But at the same time, it thrilled her.
Tae-Ho seemed to sense her emotions, and his eyes softened. He reached out and gently stroked her cheek, his touch sending shivers down her spine.
"I'm glad it happened," he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity. "I've wanted to be with you for so long, Yoon-Ah."
Lee Yoon-Ah's heart skipped a beat. No one had ever called her by her name with such tenderness before.
"Me too," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
They lay there for a moment longer, looking into each other's eyes, the connection between them growing stronger with each passing second.
Then, Tae-Ho sat up and pulled Lee Yoon-Ah into his arms, holding her close. "We should get up," he whispered. "We have a lot to talk about."
Lee Yoon-Ah nodded, feeling a sense of excitement mixed with trepidation. She knew that their relationship had changed forever, and she wasn't sure what the future held. But she was ready to face it with Tae-Ho by her side.
As they got out of bed and began to get ready for the day, Lee Yoon-Ah couldn't help but steal glances at Tae-Ho. She felt a sense of shyness wash over her, but at the same time, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and joy.
Tae-Ho caught her looking at him and smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "What?" he asked, his voice teasing.
Lee Yoon-Ah looked away, feeling her cheeks flush. "Nothing," she replied, trying to sound nonchalant.
But Tae-Ho knew exactly what she was thinking. He could see the way she looked at him, the way her eyes softened when she thought he wasn't looking.
As they sat down to a simple breakfast of toast and coffee, Tae-Ho reached out and took Lee Yoon-Ah's hand. "I'm glad we're in this together," he said, his voice sincere.
Lee Yoon-Ah smiled, feeling a sense of happiness wash over her. "Me too," she replied, squeezing his hand.
They sat there for a moment, hands entwined, looking into each other's eyes. The connection between them was palpable, and they both knew that nothing could ever break it.
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The Guardian's Key
Mistério / SuspenseIn the depths of the Underworld, where shadows danced and darkness reigned, Park Tae-Oh stood at the edge of the abyss, his eyes fixed on the artifact that had haunted his dreams for centuries. The artifact, a glowing crystal of immense power, pulse...
