“Ji-woo, hold still.”
“Hm?” She felt as if she were floating on a cloud. Ji-woo nuzzled against the warm surface beneath her, pressing her cheek into Seo Tae-joon’s back.
“Ji-woo,” a familiar voice murmured beside her ear. “You don’t like it when I drink?”
Lost in an alcoholic haze, Ji-woo broke into a childish grin, completely unaware that Seo Tae-joon was carrying her on his back.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“…If you drink, I’m afraid you’ll remember
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