Myung wakes up with his head as heavy as a rock. He checks his phone, and it's still six o'clock in the morning. It's not unusual for him to wake up so early. But he feels something strange down there. Myung moves to the side and sees Haneul sleeping on his back without a blanket. The woman slept on her side with a pillow on her stomach and waist.
"Damn it!" Myung immediately cursed when he realized he wasn't wearing anything on his body.
Something must have happened last night, and he must have made a fatal mistake with his wife. Myung doesn't forget everything, but he also refuses to remember. He'd rather get up and prostrate to apologize to Haneul than struggle to remember his insolence.
"Myung-ssi!" Haneul's voice startled her.
The woman turned around and tried to sit down with a restrained grimace. Right, Myung must have been violent with him last night. This moron truly ne...
"It's disposable."
