Summary
Brighton, Mingsan. And Cha Taekyung. Woo-yeon turned around unknowingly and, at that moment, locked eyes with the man. “You said you’re an anchor. Then why do you act so pitifully?” “What?” “You seem smitten with me, always trying to steal my time.” Taekyung’s large hand gripped Woo-yeon’s waist. “Stop, please.” “Now, of all times?” The woman who would end up rolling her tongue. “Are you attracted to me?” The man shaking anchor Yoon Woo-yeon’s world. “Isn’t it mutual?” The story of the cool woman and the man with beautiful eyes. “What I like is Yoon Woo-yeon.” “…” “And what Yoon Woo-yeon likes is me.” With a smile fresher than sunshine, he grinned and then their lips met once more.
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