I hate your hand touch, playboy!

At 7:00 p.m., Sun-Hwa came into the house and shut the door behind her. With a weary sigh, she headed towards the small sofa as she threw her bag on it.

She punched her butt on the sofa and slammed her shoulder against the sofa while her one hand crossed over her front shoulder, massaging her neck.

"Hhwahh.." whisper muddled breath escaping her pursed lips. Every mithering of her body designated her feeble, fatigued expression.

In a trice, her crinkled eyes expanded to emphasise as if her sixth sense sensed someone was sneaking behind her. As the shadow of the person gets closer, step by step,

Soon before that hand approached her shoulder, her right hand gripped, twirled his wrist, and nudged his stomach, which had been an inch closer from her behind.

His front body was bent forward.

"Ah!"

Quickly, his groan beat her ear. She wrapped her hand over his neck, clasped it, and pressed it down to overturn him in front of her. She did and stood up instantly, like a massive fighting girl. 

He collapsed on the floor once his feet bumped into the nearest sofa, which led him to fall with his stomach on the floor. With a frown, she whiffed at him without even knowing it was Dae-Hyeon.

Just as she sat on the knee over his leg to grasp his hands behind his back in order to keep him from moving further, she glimpsed his face once.

"Dae-Hyeon?" Her brows wavered in a daze. She uncuffed his hand and stood up immediately.

"How did you get here?" Sun-Hwa strenuously wrinkled her brows and narrowed her eyes at him in puzzlement as he groaned while trying to sit up.

Grabbing his waist, he twisted his face towards her. "Can you help me first?" asked Dae-Hyeon.

Crackingly, she nodded as if she were obscure about whether she should help him or not. She then helped him sit on the sofa. Instead of placing his butt, he laid over it instantly, as if his waist lacked balance.

"Are you okay?" with a concerned look on her face, she fidgetily asked.

"No." He kept groaning and whining, squeezing his hips.

Giving him an appraised look, she judged his suffering. "One sec!" She rushed to her bedroom and came back with a first-aid kid.

"Turn around," she commented as she sat next to his thigh on the same sofa. Enduring vein, he weltered.

Thereafter, she rolled up his shirt up to his waist, exposing his lower back. She pressed out some ointment and rubbed it all around his back, waist, and hips tenderly.

When her fingers had one inch to reach out for his waist to proceed with massage, a vibrating sound came from his pant pocket.

"Attend it; my hands are busy." He requested while his hands were folded under her chin as a pillow. A slight satisfied smile peeked out through his lips as she obeyed and pulled his phone out of his pocket.

However, Sun-Hwa expressed nothing but a scowl-piercing face when her fingers slid over the green caller icon. She then put it in the speaker before placing it on the sofa table, and then began to tenderly massage his backside.

"Did you see her or not? Why didn't I receive any calls from you? Became blind after reaching your girl?" Dong-Han's voice was a little rude towards Dae-Hyeon, as he was his close friend.

Without dropping massaging, Sun-Hwa clicked her tongue and overtook Dae-Hyeon's reply. "Mr.Dong-Han, are you the reason behind his stupid move?"

"Oops!" Dong-Han instantly regretted.

She then shifted her glance to Dae-Hyeon, whose face turned, facing him. "If this is the reason you came, it is better to leave before I get mad!" She gave a fair warning with a feisty stare. He promptly turned back and dropped his chin on his backhand, which had been lying under his neck.

"Sun-Hwa, don't get me wrong. Give him a chance; he really wants to be-"

Sun-Hwa pressed the red caller icon without delay.

"What?" Dong- Han dismissed the phone from the ear, looking at the screen, and switched back to called information. He tightened his lips despondently.

"Where are you going? I'm in pain!" Dae-Hyeon shouted for attention as she went inside the bedroom, and she shut the door behind her loudly.

He got his eyes clicked with that door bang instead.

Dae-Hyeon stood up and ran finely as if his waist pain was all a lie. He opened her room and glimpsed her lying awake on the bed with her stomach pressing on.

"You can't escape from the contract paper you signed," he brought to her mind the forgery contract.

"I have already ripped it off!" She growled back.

He moved to her and smeared the contract paper on the side of her face that had her sign.

She agitated sat up, gripped it, and directly glanced at the lower right corner. In a trice, her eyes dilated. "What the"

His hand and palm pressed against her mouth as she looked up at him fiercely.

"It was possible in Seoul for some friends to support you with the forgery case, but here.. there is no one you know, and you are also working as an intern for one of the companies... So think before you refuse this already-existing contract."

He friskily demanded. Despite that, it only earned Tink's eyes.

His hand crawled up to her side forehead gingerly; it derived her deep scowl, and his hand passionately encircled slickingly all the way down her jawline. "Want me to suck out my baby milk?"

She dodged his wrist. "I hate your hand touch, Playboy." She roared and raged. In addition, her breathing became heavy, which could be heard by standing Dae-Hyeon. 

He crinkled his eye. "Will you let me touch you if I prove I'm a virgin who lost it only to my wife?" In earnest, he asked.

"Virgin?" Sun-Hwa thought to herself, smirking behind a poker face. "Yes, I'll." She asserted. She appeared to have her whole soul filled with aplomb.

He smirked back. It was no diminished one-for-one.