When minds connect, bodies connect too—or was it the other way around? Honestly, it didn’t matter. Right now, Cha Uijae was desperately thinking about anything at all just to distract himself.

This is driving me insane. Seriously.

He lay stiff as a wooden puppet on the wide king-size bed in Lee Sa-young’s bedroom. His hands were neatly folded over his solar plexus. Anyone who saw him might think he’d been frozen by some kind of curse. Sa-young, walking over with a wine bottle and two glasses, narrowed his eyes.

“What are you doing right now?”

“Just… thinking deeply for a moment. What kind of wine did you bring?”

“Nothing special. I’m just in a good mood.”

Seeing the satisfied look on Lee Sa-young’s face—like a well-fed cat—made Uijae’s conscience scream in pain.