"Gem, shut up."
Gem amusingly looked at the flushed face of the woman and said, "I was talking about whether you were thinking about the time when we used to stargaze on this tatami. What did you think I was going to say?"
Forsythia: "..."
He did it on purpose, he must have done it on purpose. How did this man become so bad?
"You go to hell."
Angrily and embarrassed, Forsythia gave him a punch.
With Gem being sick, his responsiveness was ultimately not as good as before. He hissed in pain and had to let go of her tightly clutched arm. Forsythia successfully escaping, stood by the tatami and looked at the man with his eyes half-open, saying, "You just took your medicine, stop messing around. Sleep for a while, and I'll take your temperature when you wake up."
Perhaps he was truly tired, he responded with a hum and closed his eyes.
The villa was quiet, leaving only the man's slightly heavy and even breathing.
