Chapitre 253: Whipped

Gayoon lazily stretched her limbs, her eyes fluttering open. The first thing her eyes saw was the snow covered glass ceiling. She blinked several times as the events of last night came rushing back into her mind and she blushed hard. Did we really…do it? She thought.

She glanced to her side. Minho was sound asleep, lying on his stomach while his face was turned her way. His one hand was wrapped around her waist while the other one hung towards the ground. Seeing him sleeping so peacefully made her heart flutter. Last night felt like a dream and yet, she knew it was real thanks to the red marks covering his body. She looked down and to her surprise, she was wearing his shirt and both of them were wrapped tightly in one blanket. He must have dressed her up after she dozed off to protect her from the cold.