131. What happened?
Ji-heon recalled what Jeong-oh had said a while ago. Seven years ago, Jeong-hee had said that she hated drinking alcohol. Jeong-oh had said that he was curious about why Ji-heon did that. Although his memory had not returned, he thought he knew the reason.
Lee Jeong-oh was so pretty.
Even though I knew in my head that I shouldn't touch a drunk person, I still felt a urge to touch him. If I'm like this now, I wonder how much more miserable it must have been in the beginning of our relationship.
"I should have taken pictures from all sides. I should have taken a lot of videos too... ... ."
Noon-oh did not listen to Ji-heon's advice to be careful, and kept talking about Ye-na, repeatedly shedding tears of regret. Despite her innocent expression, her clear, tear-filled eyes captivated Ji-heon's heart. Ji-heon lowered his head as if possessed.
He kept eating the fruit and how much of Yena's candy he had taken away, her breath tasted sweet. She was caught crying and couldn't stop her drunkenness, so she mumbled inside his lips. Her voice was ticklish.
Haa, Ji-heon, who had parted her lips and tilted her head to the side, looked at Noon with an unspoken sigh. The moisture hanging from her eyelashes seemed like the tip of a paintbrush soaked in color, turning his chest into a canvas on which she could draw anything.
Ji-heon, who was struggling at the crossroads between his conscience and desire, wondering whether he should stop here or somehow convince her, called out at noon.
"honey."
"huh."
"... ... ."
"Why, honey."
With his reddened eyes half-open, Noon-o also called him in response. It was a sweet voice, like the breath he had experienced. Ji-heon's lips, which had been hardened from agony, let out another sigh.
Her eyes, her touch, her voice. Whatever it was, Jeong Ji-heon was someone who couldn't shake off anything about Lee Jeong-oh.
The next morning.
Drrrrrr. Noon-oh opened his eyes to the sound of the alarm and reached out to turn it off, but then flinched and tucked himself back into the blanket.
Where are my clothes? Why am I like this?
I woke up from a deep sleep not in the master bedroom but in the room next door. I even took off my pajamas.
In the seven years she shared a room with her child, she never woke up like this. Even on days when she drank more heavily than the day before, she woke up neatly next to her child. There was absolutely no way she could have become natural on her own.
Fortunately, the clothes were within arm's reach. The way the clothes were folded was so fresh that Jung-oh immediately realized who had done it. Jung-oh quickly put on his clothes and left the room. He heard Guk-soon's laughter from the kitchen.
"My son-in-law asked me to cut tofu, and I made radish kimchi?"
"Your mother said it was 1.5 cm."
"You only need to cut it into 1.5cm pieces on one side. I did it on both the front, back, and both sides."
"But I'm better than noon, right?"
"You call that talking?"
Mrs. Lee Gook-soon smiled at the end of every sentence, wondering what was so good about it. When Jung-oh got closer, he saw his mother-in-law and son-in-law standing in the kitchen together, cooking. Jung-oh's eyes were somehow dazzled by the matching aprons.
