Ah, please, let me sleep.
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Rustle, rustle...
Cold air wafted in and out through the rustling edge of the blanket. Wrapped tightly in blackout curtains, the darkness, devoid of even a ray of moonlight, had only developed a superfluous hearing.
"...Why, can't I sleep?"
"Ugh..-"
Han Dong-min, his voice hushed, turned toward Yeo-ju, his face crumpled and half-asleep. His right hand naturally wrapped around Yeo-ju's waist, patting her gently as if lulling a baby to sleep. He added softly, "You should still sleep."
"Ugh..-"
The female protagonist dug deep into Han Dong-min's arms. She buried her face in Han Dong-min's chest and let out a ragged breath. It was the female protagonist's complaint that she couldn't sleep.
"New liquid...new liquid...-"
Hot breath filled the gap between Han Dong-min and Yeo-ju. As their upper bodies grew warm, Yeo-ju's ticklish breath prevented Han Dong-min from falling asleep again.
"Aren't you frustrated?"
"I'm so frustrated, I can't sleep."
"It's strange how I can't breathe and still fall asleep. I wonder if I'm dead."
Phew, Han Dong-min's direct attack made me laugh. I could see Han Dong-min's resignation at being woken by Yeo-ju, who was tossing and turning. Yeo-ju lifted her face out of the blanket. She smiled faintly at Han Dong-min, who was so tired she could hardly stand it. Han Dong-min looked down at her and said, "Now, close your eyes. Quickly—" He wrinkled his nose and tried to scare her, but to Yeo-ju, it was just cute. Han Dong-min was weak to her smiling face. Yeo-ju knew all too well.
"How do you want to sleep?"
Han Dong-min asked the female protagonist, who showed no signs of sleep at all.
"Well, sing me a lullaby."
"..."
Han Dong-min was speechless at the sudden sound of a lullaby, but he started humming it to put the baby to sleep quickly. Lullabies are the national lullaby of Koreans.
"Sleep tight, sleep tight, my baby, sleep tight, my baby..~"
The song selection was a testament to Han Dong-min's dedication to helping people fall asleep, faithful to the lyrics. Lullaby... Han Dong-min's lullaby, flowing quietly, gathers in the center of the room. Han Dong-min's voice smells like winter rain. Unlike the humid and muggy summer rain, there's a cool breeze, a feeling of the cold rain. The open balcony where winter rain falls, and only a sniff of the cool breeze fills my nostrils. Everything was perfect, from the warmth of Han Dong-min's embrace under the warm blankets to his cool voice. But the side effect was that I felt more alert.
"Are you thinking well?"
"..lol"
"..."
Han Dong-min's expression becomes increasingly haggard, and he hugs the cheerful female lead with all his might and shouts.
"Oh, please, let me get some sleep. Okay?"
Light kisses along the heroine's lips, cheeks, and neckline... lick, lick, please, let me sleep. Okay? He practically begs her. The ticklish shower of kisses makes her giggle and giggle. She's a heroine who's become addicted to teasing Han Dong-min.
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