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He gently stroked Heejin’s chest, then flicked her nipple with his finger. A thrilling sensation spread through her protruding breast.
“Do you like it when I do this here?”
Shin-woo held Heejin like a bride in his arms, observing her expression. He took his time with the foreplay, keenly discerning Heejin’s erogenous zones.
“Ahh, it’s so, so good...”
Shin-woo fed Heejin a peach, peeled and sliced, from a plate. As the sweet white peach melted on her tongue, Shin-woo’s lips met hers. They exchanged tender gazes, their soft skin caressing sweetly. The peach juice, moving back and forth in their mouths, slid down their throats.
Peaches were Heejin’s favorite fruit. Shin-woo, who didn’t particularly like sweets, now said he loved peaches because of her.
Shin-woo took a slice of peach in his hand and rubbed it on her breast. The crushed fruit pulp clung thickly to her ample chest.
Sticky juice flowed down her cleavage. Shin-woo licked and sucked the peach off her breast.
“Ah, this feels weird...”
“You’re delicious, Song Heejin.”
Shin-woo smiled, taking her nipple between his lips. Each poke of his tongue tightened the space between her legs with a dizzying sensation.
“How about you, Shin-woo? Hmm, here, do you like this?”
Heejin gently stroked Shin-woo’s testicles with her fingertips, carefully observing his changes: his trembling eyes, quickening breath, rapidly accelerating heartbeat, and even the pre-cum glistening at the tip of his urethra.
It wasn’t hard to figure out Chad Shin-woo’s erogenous zones, even without a verbal answer.
“Ahhh... Anywhere Song Heejin touches feels good.”
Smack, smack. Sparkling shooting stars seemed to fall on their lips as they exchanged short kisses. The peach was long gone, but the fragrant scent of its juice still filled the air around their mouths.
“Hmph.”
Shin-woo’s long finger delved into her core. His middle finger, thoroughly coated in lubricant, penetrated deep, then pressed and rubbed firmly against the sturdy inner wall.
“But I like it more when I touch you.”
Shin-woo expertly probed Heejin’s G-spot. Her well-lubricated inner flesh pulled his finger deeper, burying it inside. Her labia fluttered suggestively, biting at his finger.
“Every time I poke Song Heejin’s pussy, the hole tightens up so much and sucks on my cock like it’s going to pull it off. That feeling is insanely good.”
Shin-woo pulled his finger out, sucked the copious lubricant off his middle finger, and laid her down on the bed.
“Where should I start eating you?”
“Eat my clit first.”
Heejin obediently followed Shin-woo’s command, spreading her legs wide for him. Her soft, ripe flesh parted, revealing vivid red insides.
Shin-woo took a mouthful of Heejin’s lower region. His tongue moved up and down the slit, rubbing her clit with his lips.
“Hmm, ahhhng.”
Shin-woo reached for the plate again, picking up a ripe peach. As he squeezed the soft, ripe white peach in his hand, its juice flowed freely down her vulva.
Slurp. He greedily sucked up the juice mixed with her own fluid. Shin-woo took another slice of peach and gently rubbed it on her vulva.
Her wanton genitals, softened with the fruit pulp, quivered. The sensation of rubbing her clit with the soft peach was peculiar. With each firm rub, the fruit pulp melted and stuck to her labia like a viscous fluid.
“Our Heejin said she loves peaches. You eat it even more deliciously with your lower mouth than your upper.”
Shin-woo licked the peach. The now shapeless, crushed peach covered her flesh from her pubic hair down to her perineum.
Shin-woo parted Heejin’s lower lips and meticulously licked every bit of the sticky fluid.
“Ahhh, it’s so, so, good.”
“Are you that delicious, our Heejin?”
“Mmm, pussy, I want to eat with my pussy too.”
“You do?”
“Yeah.”
She was engrossed in the peculiar act of rubbing fruit all over her body. Heejin parted her lips with both hands and lifted her hips toward him.
“Pussy, hmm, peach, feed me peaches too.”
“Are you whining like a baby bird who wants to eat? You’re so cute, it’s driving me crazy.”
Shin-woo gently tickled her perineum with the last remaining piece of peach.
“Hmm, mmm, fa, faster...”
“Were you that hungry?”
As he gently inserted the peach into her wide-open entrance, her vaginal opening gaped like a goldfish’s mouth, pulling the foreign object inside.
“Ah, damn it. This won’t do.”
“Hmm?”
Shin-woo quickly pulled out the peach he had inserted into Heejin’s entrance, put it in his mouth, chewed, and swallowed.
“I can’t stand to see anything else go into Song Heejin’s pussy. Nothing but my cock.”
Was he actually jealous of a peach?
He wiped his lips, then licked and sucked her vulva. Where the sticky fruit juice had been, Heejin’s own lubricant overflowed again. Her flushed core gleamed wantonly with bodily fluids.
“Mmm, then hurry up and put it in.”
“You want my cock?”
“Yes. My pussy is hungry.”
Heejin, who once felt liberated by speaking sexually with Shin-woo, had now become addicted to dirty talk. Now, she couldn’t imagine sex without honest conversation in bed.
His intimidatingly swollen cock was thoroughly slick with pre-ejaculate. Even though they made love multiple times a day, it was astonishing how his erection still seemed ready to burst every time.
“Eat my cock deliciously.”
“I will eat, well, gulp.”
Even though she was overflowing with lubrication from over an hour of foreplay, it was still difficult to even insert the tip of his cock.
“Hmm, ahh. It’s too big, gasp.”
“It’s your hole that’s too small, our Heejin.”
Shin-woo used his hand to probe Heejin’s clit, slowly rotating their conjoined genitals.
His cock, which had been circling her perineum, suddenly thrust into the entrance, sliding in like a snake.
“Ahhh!”
Heejin dug her nails into his back. The feeling of his heavy mass piercing deep inside was both chilling and thrilling. Her lower abdomen swelled with a sense of fullness.
“You’re eating it so beautifully.”
“Ahh, mm, move, Shin-woo, gasp.”
“Eat heartily, our Heejin.”
Shin-woo caressed their connected junction with his hand, remaining still inside her. Their perfectly fitted genitals, like puzzle pieces, poured out lubricant.
“Ahh, mmm, fa, faster. Rub faster.”
“Ah, damn it. I’m going to die first.”
When Shin-woo didn’t move, Heejin’s inner walls automatically began to writhe, initiating peristaltic movements.
Her internal muscles repeatedly sucked in and pushed out his fully embedded cock, chewing on their joined genitals with a chewy sensation. Suck, squish, smack. Each contraction and relaxation of their copulating bodies produced obscene friction from below.
Shin-woo watched the primal scene in a daze, then thrust his hips powerfully toward her peak.
“Ahhh!”
His magnificent cock, easily as thick as Heejin’s forearm, plunged deep inside and then receded like a tide.
As his phallus moved back and forth, the glans stimulated every single ridge of her inner wall.
Her grasping, biting vagina and his uncompromisingly thrusting cock rushed toward ecstasy.
“Ahhh...”
He was rapidly pumping his shaft, creating friction, when he paused for a moment, pulling out his cock and catching his breath.
“If you can’t stand it, hmm, come once and then continue.”
“It’s more fun to hold it in.”
Even after ejaculating, his cock often remained hard, to his torment, but Shin-woo enjoyed delaying climax.
Once, attempting to test his limits, he had controlled his orgasm and continued for over two hours without coming, causing Heejin to experience countless multi-orgasms and eventually lose consciousness.
Shin-woo, startled and thinking his lover had died of “coitus interruptus syndrome,” put his ear to her chest to check if her heart was still beating. Once he confirmed Heejin was fine, he continued their unfinished pleasure.
Pervert.
Of course, it was Heejin’s secret that she still felt pleasure even after passing out.
“But I like it when you, hmm, cum inside, Shin-woo...”
She needed a short break. From the moment their genitals connected, her orgasm began, and when the thrusting continued for over an hour, she felt like she would faint from the suffocating pleasure.
“Do you feel it when I cum?”
“Of course.”
Heejin gently scratched Shin-woo’s buttocks, stimulating him.
“How does it feel?”
“It feels like my pussy is warmly filling up with your cum. Like a baby exactly like you is about to be born.”
“Ah, damn it...”
At the mention of a baby being born, Shin-woo bit his lip. He, who was an expert at delaying ejaculation with all sorts of dirty talk, lost his composure at the mention of a baby.
“Did our Heejin want a baby that looks like me?”
“Of course. That’s why I said let’s do it without a condom.”
“I thought you were taking birth control pills again because of your business trip.”
“You make a fuss if I take birth control pills. You say it’s bad for my body.”
“Even when I make a fuss, it’s Song Heejin’s specialty not to listen to me.”
“No, it’s not. I’ll listen well now. I didn’t take birth control pills.”
“Then...?”
“Today is my dangerous day.”
“Ahhh...”
Thump! Shin-woo exhaled roughly, charging into her vaginal opening without mercy.
“Ahhh, mmmph! Gasp!”
Heejin trembled convulsively, embracing Shin-woo, who was embedded within her body. His cock, spewing semen, twitched inside her vagina. Even after ejaculating for a long time, his throbbing cock was still full of vigor.
He pulled out his rigidly erect cock and roughly pushed her onto her back.
“Lift your hips.”
“Hmm?”
She had tried to entice him to take a break, but Shin-woo had no intention of stopping.
“I’ll impregnate you, so hurry up.”
“Mmmph, Si, Shin-woo, just a moment.”
He grabbed Heejin’s hips, brought his cock into contact, and invaded her with all his might.
Flashes of light appeared before her eyes from the endless collisions. Her heart pounded like someone who had sprinted, and she couldn’t move her limbs freely.
Her body, twitching uncontrollably, experienced ceaseless orgasms. Her highly raised hips shook tautly. As he slammed his cock into her core, her two arms, barely holding on, gave way weakly, and she collapsed onto the bed. Shin-woo straightened Heejin back onto her back. He rolled her body around like a doll, changing positions freely.
“Can you hold on?”
Before she could answer, he knelt, lifted his upper body, and scooped Heejin’s hips up. As she wrapped her arms around his neck, fearing she might fall, he began to thrust her body upwards as if she weighed nothing.
“Hmm, ahh, mmpf!”
She could do nothing. She merely clung to Shin-woo’s neck, hoping not to fall. The intensity of his thrusts grew fiercer, and her body trembled violently from the impact, feeling as if it would split in half.
Fire ignited at their fluid-soaked junction. She couldn’t even breathe properly from the accelerating bombardment.
The moment Heejin’s tired arms lost strength and she was about to fall backward, he swiftly caught her, laying her gently onto the bed so she wouldn’t get hurt.
“Ahhh, is, is this, gasp, a break now?”
“A break for what?”
Shin-woo lifted both of Heejin’s legs onto his right shoulder and thrust his genitals with an unmanageably fast speed.
“Hmm, ahhng, mmm, ple, please, stop, hmm.”
“You lured me when you said it was your dangerous day, and now you want to stop? I’ll fill you up with my cum, so let’s make a baby like our Heejin.”
Heejin, her arms limp, closed her eyes in resignation. An overwhelming flood of ecstatic pleasure swept away her reason in her relaxed body.
“No. Make a baby that looks like me. I want to see a little me growing inside Song Heejin.”
“Ahhh!”
He covered Heejin’s body seamlessly, raining kisses upon her. Intoxicated by the peak pleasure felt with his lover, he didn’t break their connection for a while.
“Sit up, let’s do it one more time.”
“Let’s rest a bit... I’m really tired. Please?”
When Heejin whined coyly, Shin-woo, as if he couldn’t resist, pulled her into his arms.
“Just ten minutes of rest.”
“I’m too tired. Let’s rest for an hour.”
“I can’t wait that long. Can’t you see? My cock is this angry?”
Heejin stifled a giggle as she looked at Shin-woo lying down and his magnificent cock standing tall, vertically.
“Should I give you a massage while we rest?”
“No. You’ll do something weird while massaging me.”
“Then should I make you a sandwich?”
“No. You’ll play with the food.”
“Then how about we pick out wedding invitation designs?”
“Yes. That sounds good.”
Heejin lay with her head on Shin-woo’s arm, looking at wedding invitation designs on his phone with him.
Even as they looked at designs, Shin-woo kept showering her face with kisses. Heejin was the only one looking at the screen; Shin-woo’s eyes were filled only with Heejin.
Heejin’s heart swelled with happiness in that moment. Every time they tumbled in bed, Shin-woo became even more tender. A natural smile appeared on her face from the exquisite sensation of sweetness that made her salivary glands ache.
“Should we eat one more peach?”
“I’ll go get it.”
When sex ends, true love finally begins.
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In the end, the bride didn’t show up at the wedding hall. What they feared had happened.
‘Perhaps we rushed the wedding too much.’
It was because he had ignored the bride’s lonely lament a week before the wedding. Deputy Manager Park Myeong-ho, left alone in the wedding hall, waited for Deputy Choi Joo-yeon, who never appeared, and punched the innocent wall.
“Groom, you shouldn’t do that. You’ll have to compensate us if the structure is damaged.”
“Ah, yes. I’m sorry.”
Park Myeong-jin awkwardly scratched his head, checking if there was any damage to the wall he had punched. His fist was red with blood, but fortunately, the structure was fine.
“And groom, we need to proceed with the next ceremony. We’ll need the guests to clear out now.”
“Yes.”
There was no longer any justification to stay, given the wedding planner’s firm words. Park Myeong-jin sank into a chair, watching the murmuring guests disappear at the emcee’s announcement.
He thought life was fun after breaking up with the stifling Song Heejin and meeting the fiery Deputy Choi Joo-yeon. But he had been fiercely dumped by a fiery woman.
When did his life start to go wrong?
The relationship with Choi Joo-yeon began to falter when Cha Shin-woo had him transferred to a provincial branch just for saying something unpleasant to Song Heejin at work.
It was clear Choi Joo-yeon, who complained every week about not being confident in a weekend marriage, had found another man.
He clearly remembered her expression of disgust when he asked her who she was texting and giggling with another guy in bed every night, telling him not to restrict her private life, even if they were getting married.
“Excuse me! Groom. Can’t you understand? Why are you sitting here being an obstruction? We’re getting complaints. I told you to go to where there are no people!”
“Ah, damn it, I understand. Why are you acting like this too, wedding planner? Making a man feel miserable.”
Park Myeong-jin dusted off his backside and stood up. He hadn’t even walked the virgin road, but the sight of guests busily collecting their meal tickets was infuriating. On one side, a few guests were pointing fingers at his younger brother, demanding their congratulatory money back.
A tear he had suppressed finally fell.
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“Hello, Mother.”
Madam Lee Ae-jeong was quite pleased with her prospective daughter-in-law, who was dressed beautifully and had come early to give holiday greetings.
Her son, who had not an ounce of ambition, had changed after meeting Heejin.
She thought he had given up everything after being hurt by his cousin, Lee Sang-hyeok, but as soon as the subsidiary separation was complete, he took spectacular revenge.
Shin-woo and Tae-hwan had joined forces. They leaked information about Lee Sang-hyeok’s embezzlement and various corruptions to the press, leading to the unprecedented situation of JK Electronics’ stock trading being suspended.
The stock prices of JK Group’s subsidiaries plummeted, but JK Motors, which had already separated from JK Group and achieved independence, shed its owner risk and began to prosper.
“Mother, this is a small gift, but I made these traditional sweets myself.”
“My goodness. You made these yourself?”
Madam Lee Ae-jeong unfolded the cloth Heejin offered and tasted the yakgwa, dasik, and gangjeong inside. She was quite impressed with her cooking skills, thinking her son wouldn’t starve, and she liked it.
She picked such a gentle woman. She looks innocent, incapable of any foxy behavior. She was so neat and graceful, she couldn’t even meet an elder’s eyes, her cheeks blushing as she bowed her head.
Polite, humble. Unlike kids these days, she’s even modest. She might seem a little uninteresting as a woman, but for a wife, modesty is best. She’s perfect for that blunt Cha Shin-woo, who never even gets himself a glass of water. It’s clear that our gentle prospective daughter-in-law will take good care of her son without any shortcomings.
In truth, until recently, she had absolutely no intention of marrying her brilliant son to a girl from an ordinary family.
But watching Heejin, her thoughts changed. She was deeply touched by Heejin’s first impression, wearing an apron and preparing a 12-dish meal. How much must she love Shin-woo to prepare such an event herself?
Lee Ae-jeong, who loved her son more than anyone in the world, had never once cooked a meal for him herself. But thinking that our Heejin had personally cooked and prepared Shin-woo’s meals every day made her feel that she could entrust Shin-woo to this child.
Recalling her own father, Chairman Lee Sung-ho, opposing her marriage to her husband, Cha Kyung-jun, when he was a graduate student over 30 years ago, still made her blood boil and her heart ache. She still gritted her teeth thinking of her father, who blindly opposed him just because he was from an ordinary family, without even looking at his character.
She couldn’t be like her father. After all, I, Lee Ae-jeong, will be a pretty cool mother and mother-in-law.
A mother like a friend, a mother-in-law like a birth mother. That was Lee Ae-jeong’s motto in life.
“You haven’t eaten yet, have you? Let’s eat quickly.”
When Madam Lee Ae-jeong asked, Shin-woo replied in a nonchalant voice.
“What time is it? Of course, I’ve eaten. I never skip breakfast, no matter what.”
She really liked Heejin. Shin-woo, who never ate breakfast before leaving for school, saying he never skipped breakfast no matter what, made her so proud.
The food his mother nagged him to eat, but he wouldn’t, now went down easily when his future wife prepared it herself. Indeed, Heejin was a treasure.
Our beloved son, he needs to gain some weight.
“What did you eat?”
“Doenjang-guk (soybean paste stew) and galchi-jorim (braised hairtail).”
“My goodness. Heejin cooked all that this morning?”
Shin-woo somehow swallowed his answer to Madam Lee Ae-jeong’s question. Heejin’s face turned red again, and she bowed her head deeply, unable to meet Madam Lee Ae-jeong’s eyes.
She loved that Heejin didn’t boast about cooking and remained humble; it filled her heart.
“Oh, our Heejin must be so tired. Shin-woo is picky, isn’t he? He never eats the same food twice, does he? The side dishes have to be new for every meal.”
“Actually, I didn’t do anything...”
Heejin was about to say something, but Shin-woo suddenly grabbed Madam Lee Ae-jeong’s wrist and stepped forward.
“Don’t worry, Heejin is an excellent cook. The same side dish never appears twice. She’s always in the kitchen all day. Heejin always cooks at home, so don’t even think about making her work when we’re at my parents’ house.”
Heejin bit her lip tightly, as if something was bothering her. When Madam Lee Ae-jeong looked at Shin-woo with suspicious eyes, he urged her again.
“Mother. The fact that your son eats breakfast every day is all thanks to your daughter-in-law.”
“Yes, yes. I know. You won’t even drink a glass of water by yourself if she doesn’t take care of you. Heejin, thank you.”
Heejin, still unable to meet the elder’s eyes, bowed her head deeply and spoke in a small voice.
“No, Mother. Actually, I don’t do anything.”
“She’s even humble. Your father is in the study. I’ll bring him out, so please sit down.”
Only after Madam Lee Ae-jeong disappeared did Heejin slowly lift her head and sigh deeply.
“Please stop.”
“What?”
“I thought I was going to die of embarrassment.”
“Just stay still.”
“Of all things, the first thing she saw was a 12-dish meal. She keeps thinking I’m a good wife and wise mother, and I feel so guilty. She’ll be shocked if she knows my true self.”
“The sight of your pussy saying it wants my cock?”
Heejin frowned at the dirty talk that freely erupted even at his parents’ house.
“If I told her her son cooked doenjang-guk, she’d be disappointed. I’ve never cooked for Mother like that. It’s working out well. She thinks you cook my meals and she’s crazy about you because you’re so pretty. My mother, she thinks she has a very young mindset, but she’s actually a traditionalist.”
“Your mother is a good person. Don’t talk about her like that.”
“What do you call an old-fashioned person who keeps asking for white rice? I won’t stand for it, even if it’s my mother, if she complains about food to our Heejin.”
“Shh. Don’t say such things.”
The moment she was checking on him and telling Shin-woo to watch his mouth, Professor Cha Kyung-jun from the study came out to the living room holding Madam Lee Ae-jeong’s hand.
“Our daughter-in-law is here?”
“Father-in-law, hello.”
“Darling. Guess what, our Heejin made the refreshments herself. You should try some too.”
Heejin looked down at Shin-woo’s hand, which was still holding hers, even though they had arrived at the house ages ago.
Heejin looked from Shin-woo’s hand to his father’s hand, eyes wide with surprise. It seemed love for one’s wife ran in this family’s genes.
The wedding was just around the corner, yet there was still so much she didn’t know about him. As Shin-woo said, discovering new things every day was quite enjoyable.
She wanted to be a couple like lovers, holding hands with warm hands even after 30 years.
If her husband didn’t hold her hand, she would take his first.
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It didn’t take long to recognize fate.
Heejin, who received a proposal after three months of dating, was now about to walk down the aisle after another three months of courtship.
Not all lovers are fated. It just took time to meet her destiny; after meeting Cha Shin-woo, everything proceeded smoothly.
“Chief Heejin, congratulations.”
Chief Kim Hye-mi, who was to catch the bouquet today, held Heejin’s hand, her eyes welling up with tears. Standing beside Hye-mi was Director Kim Tae-hwan, who was now an executive director of JK Motors.
Hye-mi and Kim Tae-hwan, who had overcome a fourteen-year age difference and fallen in love, looked quite good together. Hye-mi, who didn’t care about her boss’s opinion, and the smooth-talking Kim Tae-hwan had unexpectedly become a couple in love.
“Why are you crying?”
“It feels strange that my friends are getting married one by one, and now even Chief Heejin is leaving.”
“Chief Kim, you’ll be going soon too, won’t you?”
No sooner had Heejin’s words fallen than Executive Director Kim Tae-hwan smiled amiably and took Hye-mi’s hand.
“Please take good care of the bouquet, sister-in-law. My marriage with Hye-mi depends on your bouquet.”
“Yes. I’ll throw it well.”
“Fighting!”
After the boisterous colleagues left, Heejin was left alone in the bridal waiting room.
Her parents, busy greeting guests, seemed simply happy for their only daughter’s wedding.
“Beautiful.”
She turned her head in the direction of the voice, and there was Shin-woo, in a tuxedo, looking at Heejin with a dazed expression, having appeared she knew not when.
Since JK Motors’ independence from JK Group, a new wind had begun to blow in the South Korean electric vehicle market.
The strategy of downsizing the less competitive gasoline car business and staking everything on electric vehicle development was paying off. Due to the industry’s nature, the young CEO’s bold moves attracted public attention, and Cha Shin-woo’s handsome appearance played a part in it. It was unfair for the groom to be so dazzling.
Anyway, the news that an ordinary office worker was marrying her colleague after an office romance was also received positively by the public, so there were no particular difficulties in getting permission for the marriage.
“Did I cover you too much?”
Shin-woo approached Heejin, looked down at her wedding dress, and cocked his head.
“Who was the one who made a fuss about my cleavage showing, and now you’re saying this?”
“I want to fuck you while taking off that dress.”
Heejin glared at Shin-woo, who was still spouting dirty talk even before their wedding.
But she couldn’t lose.
“It’d be great if you’d fuck me while wearing your tuxedo.”
“Ha, shit.”
No sooner had Heejin’s words fallen than Shin-woo’s cock, stored in his right thigh, swelled rigidly.
Heejin reached out, stroked Shin-woo’s thigh, and gripped the clearly felt shaft in her palm.
“Doing this even after we did it this morning is an illness, an illness.”
“Exactly. It’s an incurable disease. Take good care of your patient, honey.”
“I’ll expect care tonight. For now, go back. It’s almost time to enter.”
“It won’t go back down unless it cools off.”
“Then cool it down quickly. It’s unsightly.”
“It won’t cool down with Song Heejin next to me. That’s why it’s an incurable disease.”
Heejin reached out her hand to Shin-woo, who was lightly stretching to change the atmosphere.
“Hold my hand.”
“Then you won’t die. You’ll be disgraced in front of the guests. A groom entering with a hard-on is a bit much, isn’t it?”
“I want to hold your hand.”
At Heejin’s words that she wanted to hold his hand, Shin-woo said no more and took her hand.
“I’ll walk holding your hand until I die, Shin-woo.”
“I won’t let go of your hand even when I die. Thank you for marrying me.”
“I’m more grateful. I love you.”
Heejin lightly kissed the back of Shin-woo’s hand. Shin-woo, having shed his playfulness, caressed Heejin’s hand.
A moment later, the wedding planner’s voice was heard, telling them to prepare for their entrance. The two, about to become husband and wife, looked into each other’s eyes and smiled brightly.
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