It was clinging tightly.

There was no more accurate way to describe Ha-eun's current state.

Her face was surrounded by a reddish aura. Her forehead was rubbing just beneath Jeong Maria's chest. Her arms were tightly wrapped around Maria's soft waist. Her hands were locked behind Maria’s back, ensuring she couldn’t escape.

And then—

"I... I really, really liked Cream... I liked you, so we used to talk on the phone a lot..."

Ha-eun had started muttering to herself at some point.

"After that day... you stopped calling me first... Why are you keeping your distance...?"

Taken aback by Ha-eun's …