Hyunjin barely managed to suppress a shout. How many times had this been? Three? Four? ...No, there might be countless nights he couldn't even remember. The sound of her peaceful breathing beside him was becoming familiar. If one had to define it, the relationship between Hyunjin and her was not good. They were indifferent to the point where one wondered if they even cared about each other, and their conversations were cold enough to draw a chill. It was definitely like that... so why! Whenever he returned to his original form, he headed straight for her bedroom. He even had vivid memories of being held, rubbing his face against her, and acting cute. His face flushed red with shame. Fortunately, he was in human form now. Hyunjin wanted to throw a pillow right this instant, but he couldn't do that while she was sleeping. ...Damn it. He felt a petty resentment toward her, sleeping peacefully without knowing his inner turmoil.