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She wanted to wait for Muyeol there. She would wait until he arrived, only because it was Hallstatt.

Since her destination was now confirmed, the only thing left on the list was shopping. Yiyoung was going to travel for 9 days and 8 nights. She’d bought clothes from summer and fall while traveling with Muyeol, but she hadn’t purchased any for winter. And she needed enough clothes to change everyday.

Yiyoung went on a crazy shopping spree. One day, she bought a luggage carrier, on another day, she bought a pair of pants, and then a top on another day, and then some underwear.

The date was final, and Yiyoung was determined to go, but as the day drew closer, Yiyoung started feeling scared. Unbeknownst to Muyeol, she had packed and unpacked her luggage several times. ‘What if I overestimated myself? What if I have a panic attack over there?’

And because Muyeol still didn’t verbally support her decision to take the trip, she grew even more nervous. Yiyoung wondered whether she would eventually return to Korea all alone, without Muyeol. How would their relationship be after that?

At that moment, she finally realized what Muyeol was so afraid of. She’d supported him with her words so far, making it seem like she understood him completely, even though she did not. She only sympathized with his pain in theory.

She was going to teach him about faith with that sort of mindset, confidently believing that she was full of love and faith, even though she wasn’t all that different from Muyeol. She wavered and became fearful because of little things, which made her worried about her future. Now that she compared herself with Muyeol, she finally understood how he felt.

Muyeol was in love with her, and he confessed it to her despite all his feelings. He didn’t believe in her love for him, but he no longer hid his own love for her.

Even a day of loving her seemed like a miracle for a person like Muyeol, and Yiyoung had underestimated his love, faith, and heart.

Yiyoung found it ridiculous how she’d been thinking wrongly this whole time. “The real idiot was me…”

The man who she’d called an idiot so many times was the person who had been loving her since she was thirteen till now, when she was thirty-three.

* * *

When Muyeol came home at 8 o’clock in the evening, Yiyoung was not in the kitchen.

“I’m home,” Muyeol announced.

“Okay,” Yiyoung’s voice came from the bedroom.

Muyeol went to the bedroom and opened the door, only to get a shock.

“How does it look?” Yiyoung asked. She was wearing new lingerie, a tiny piece of fabric that revealed the beauty of her plump bosom and bottom.

Muyeol dropped his backpack, startling both of them.

Yiyoung rushed toward him. “Don’t you have a laptop in there? It could be damaged!”

“It doesn’t matter. I have another one.” Muyeol pushed the backpack to the side with his foot, his eyes unable to leave her.

Flowers of desire bloomed inside him with every place his gaze landed. “Why did you buy that?”

“You know already.”

“I don’t.”

Yiyoung noticed how different his gaze looked; his black eyes seemed to be on fire.

Yiyoung turned around and showed him the back side. “How does it look?”

Muyeol gulped, unable to respond.

This time, Yiyoung looked straight at him and showed him her breasts. “How is it? Is it sexy?”

Muyeol swallowed dryly, and started taking off his suit. He took off his jacket, neck tie, shit, and then unbuckled his belt. Soon enough, a completely naked Muyeol approached her.

“Do you like it?” she whispered seductively.

Yiyoung knew his answer before he even said anything. He’d expressed it with his entire body. But she also wanted to hear him say it. She lifted a finger and softly ran it around his chest, as if tempting him.