This novel is a zom-com-rom, blending a zombie apocalypse with humor and romance.
"Good morning, welcome to Grand Crest Hotel. May I have the name under which the room is booked?"
"Han So Hee," she replied.
The receptionist typed quickly on the keyb...
As the first rays of dawn broke through the cracks of the dilapidated house, Han So Hee slowly blinked awake, her heart racing.
The warmth of the previous night's events flooded her mind—the kiss, the laughter, the alcohol-fueled honesty.
She felt her cheeks heat up as she recalled the moment their lips had met, the rush of emotions coursing through her.
Turning her head, she caught sight of Kim Yeon, still asleep beside her.
Sunlight danced across his features, illuminating the strong lines of his jaw, the gentle curve of his lips, and the way his dark hair fell over his forehead.
"Why is he looking handsome even in his sleep?," she thought, a mix of admiration and embarrassment washing over her.
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She couldn't help but trace the contours of his face with her eyes—the way his long lashes framed his closed eyes and how peaceful he looked in slumber.
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But as the memory of their kiss resurfaced, her heart raced even faster.
"What have I done?" she whispered to herself, the weight of her shyness pressing down on her.
In a panic, she threw off the blanket, careful not to wake him, and quietly slipped out of the room.
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Outside, the fresh morning air greeted her, but her mind was still reeling. She shook her head, trying to clear the fog of embarrassment.
"I need to find some supplies," she muttered, her voice barely audible.
"I can't face him right now."
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Meanwhile, inside the house, Kim Yeon stirred awake.
As he blinked into the morning light, he noticed the absence of So Hee beside him. A sense of panic gripped him.
"Where did she go?" he thought, a wave of anxiety crashing over him.
"Did I say something rude again? Is she angry? Did She leave again? "
Then, like a floodgate opening, the memory of their kiss washed over him, and his cheeks flushed with warmth.
"Did...?"
"Did we really kiss? Did she mean it? Am I dreaming?"
