Outside, the gentle rain began to tap on the clay tiles of the roof in a melodic symphony that only nature could compose. Drop by drop, music dripped from the sky. Spooning each other closely, skin pressed against skin, her forehead to his lips and her hand cupped tightly in his hand and oppressed against his chest, fuzzy feelings began dripping inside of their hearts as well.
In the end, Soo-Ah searched for Sinmun's gaze. When she found it, Sinmun kissed Soo-Ah again.
While they lingered in sweet lethargy, a slight knock came on the door. The king's guard announced it was time for him to return to his palace. The king exhaled loudly, as if annoyed but he made ready with Soo-Ah help. It turned out dressing a king was not as fun as undressing him.
