“Are you saying… you just want to sleep together casually?” At Iyeon’s question, Hyeono fell silent for a moment. His gaze, calm yet dark as if tinged with anger, showed no sign of disturbance. “If that’s all that fits within your boundaries… well, fine. I suppose that’s acceptable too.” Iyeon’s expression twisted. Even though she was the one who brought it up first, hearing it come from his mouth felt like a fatal blow straight to her heart. Hyeono reached out his hand. Iyeon flinched, but as always, she didn’t pull away. “You’ve changed a lot, Jeong Iyeon.” The hand that had been caressing her cheek brushed past her ear and slowly moved downward. His fingertips traced her skin, gliding slowly between the nape of her neck and the collar of her blouse. “You’re even thinking about sleeping with me.”