He turned his head slightly; Kim Ji-won was still fast asleep.
Her cheek was pressed against his arm, her long hair was scattered on the pillow, her breathing was soft, and her sleeping face was peaceful, as if she had let down all her guard.
The morning light outlined the soft lines of her face, and her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under her eyes.
Everything last night was not a dream; the intimacy and warmth brought by the physical contact truly soothed his heart, which had been cold all night.
To temporarily envelop and isolate those sharp pains.
Looking at her sleeping face, he felt a complex and indescribable emotion welling up inside him—gratitude, warmth, and an inexplicable attachment.
He moved slightly, pulling her closer to his arms, as if afraid of disturbing this rare moment of tranquility.
After an unknown amount of time, Kim Ji-won's eyelashes fluttered a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes.
The initial confusion upon waking was quickly replaced by a hint of shyness and tenderness when she met his gaze.
She didn't flinch, but her cheeks flushed slightly. She buried her face deeper in his arms, her voice still languid from just waking up: "Good morning..."
"Good morning." Ou Yangguang's voice was a little hoarse. He tightened his arms, pulled her closer to his chest, and lowered his head to gently kiss the top of her head.
They didn't get up, but simply embraced each other quietly in the morning light, listening to each other's heartbeats and the sounds of the city gradually awakening outside the window.
We didn't mention the unpleasantness of last night, nor did we discuss the mess we would have to deal with next.
It was as if an unspoken understanding separated this day, designating it as an isolated island belonging only to the two of them, undisturbed by the outside world.
Ou Yangguang reached for his phone on the bedside table, turned it off, and tossed it back into place.
He needs this breathing space, even if only for a day.
"Are you hungry?" he asked, looking down at her.
Kim Ji-won shook her head, then nodded, and smiled: "A little."
“I’ll order takeout.” Ou Yangguang smiled, picked up the apartment’s landline, and ordered a lavish breakfast, which even included some cakes that looked very sweet.
Today, he doesn't want to think about body management; he just wants to indulge himself.
The food delivery arrived quickly.
Like any ordinary couple, they snuggled up on the living room carpet, sharing their food.
He fed her a strawberry covered in cream, and she laughed as she poked a hole in the yolk of a fried egg, getting it all over his mouth. Amidst their playful banter, the gloom of the previous night seemed to have been temporarily dispelled.
After they finished eating, they snuggled up on the sofa and watched a lighthearted and funny movie. The screen flickered in the dim room, and laughter rang out from time to time.
When he sees something interesting, Ou Yang will bend down and kiss her, and she will respond enthusiastically.
A languid and sweet atmosphere filled the air.
In the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly. They drew back the curtains a little to let the warm sunlight stream in.
Ou Yangguang hugged Kim Ji-won from behind, and the two of them watched the bustling traffic and pedestrians below like ants.
"It feels like stolen time," Kim Ji-won said softly.
"Mmm." Ou Yangguang rested his chin on her head, took a deep breath, and smelled the faint fragrance of her hair. "Thank you... for spending this day with me."
He didn't say much, but she understood what he meant. Thank you for coming, thank you for your company, thank you for letting him temporarily forget the storms outside.
As dusk fell, emotions grew intense again in the stillness.
It's unclear who started it, but soft kisses spread from behind the ears, carrying the warmth accumulated during the day and a hint of reluctance before parting, reigniting the atmosphere.
This time, there was no longer the urgency and catharsis of last night, but rather a slow, lingering exploration.
As the setting sun bathed the room in a warm golden glow, they once again became immersed in each other's bodies, confirming each other's presence in the most intimate way, greedily absorbing this fleeting peace and warmth.
On this day, there were no schedules, no cameras, no arguments, and no pressure from the company or team.
Only this apartment, this room, and each other.
Ou Yangguang completely immersed himself in this gentle haven created by Kim Ji-won.
I don't want to think about the 10,000-word self-criticism, I don't want to think about how the team members are feeling right now, and I don't want to think about the potential trouble that the VOGUE photoshoot might cause.
He knew perfectly well that this was just a temporary haven in the storm, and that when the sun rose tomorrow, he would still have to go out and face all the problems.
But at least on this day, he allowed himself to be weak, allowed himself to escape, and allowed himself to indulge in this intimacy.
As night fell again, they ordered dinner and enjoyed it slowly under the warm lights.
There was an indescribable intimacy and tacit understanding between them than ever before.
This day, tender and lingering, was like a beautiful dream I didn't want to wake from, temporarily smoothing out all of Ou Yangguang's wrinkles. But tomorrow will eventually come.
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