“You look delicious, Dana.”

The moment she heard Hangyeol say those words,
a sudden rush of sensation washed through her.

This was it.

Dana, who had given her heart away after a single careless remark from such an innocent boy, nodded gently.

“You can… taste it.”

Hangyeol’s lips cautiously moved downward.
His kiss was a little impatient—but tender.

Hangyeol never forgot what he was taught.
If he was told to touch there, then surely using his tongue there too must be the right thing to do.

As expected—
Hangyeol was smart.