Jimin was well aware that this was a dangerous path they were trekking. It’s wrong, as Minjeong was to be wedded with a prince in a month’s time. However, as Minjeong was pulling off her clothes, dragging her to bed as she pressed searing kisses down , she can’t help but banish those thoughts away.

Aeri leans in close. She looks so pretty like this, Yizhuo muses thoughtfully, with her perfectly curled lashes and eyes crinkling to a smile, “You can be whatever you want with me, Yizhuo.”

Aeri snaps her fingers as she tries to recall a word, “You know that thing they call wistful almost? The couple people take one glance at and think, oh, it’s like that. They’re in love, and everyone can see it except for them. I think you guys are that couple.”