Warmth touched both of my cheeks.

"Warm…"

The warmth radiating from Daeun’s hands wasn’t different from what I’d felt before.
And yet, it felt different this time. Perhaps it was because of the texture.

"So this is what it feels like."

Unlike Joni’s endlessly soft hands, Daeun’s hands had a slight roughness to them, though just barely.
Still, they were soft enough.

I half-closed my eyes.
And I gently let myself be carried by the hands that cautiously stroked my cheeks.

Thump, thump, the heart that had been racing wildly began to gradually calm down.

"…A doll?"