Two hours had passed since their impulsive kiss, and Kwon Oh-Jin was still sitting on the living room floor, muttering apologies like a broken record. Song Ha-Eun kept kicking him on the back from the couch behind him.0

“Y-You crazy bastard!” she yelled, kicking him again with her slender leg.0

Thwack!0

“N-No matter how happy you are—! H-How could you…?!”0

She pressed her foot against his back.0

“… I already said I’m sorry,” he mumbled.0

“Do you think a 'sorry' fixes everything?! M-My lips… Hehe. Y-You idiot! Gosh! Hehe!”  0

Ha-Eun, make up your mind. Be mad or be happy.0

She gently poked him on his side with the tip of her toes. “So… did you like it?”0

“Of course," he answered. "How could I not? This house is amazing.”2

Moving from a cramped, moldy home to this luxury apartment was exhilarating—that was why he hadn't been able to stop himself from kissing her earlier. He wondered if this was how she had felt when he gave her the Dragon Demon Eye. 0

Still, it's no wonder places like this never lose their value.0

The apartment's interior...0