"You can, honey," Jeno said as he turned his face away.
"What did you say?" Ara just didn't hear Jeno's last words.
"Dear." Jeno confirmed it. He looked at Ara so intimately, indirectly the word made Ara blush.
"Hmmm..."
He mumbled and felt like he was constantly flying towards heaven. The figs melt like ice cream during the day. That one word had kept him from sleeping for a month.
"Why you? Of course I should call you honey, right? Because you're my woman, right?"
"Ah… Jeno."
He wriggled like a caterpillar on the trunk of a tree. Figs are crumbly like cotton candy when they enter the mouth. Melt and sweet. That's how Ara feels for now.
"Isn't that right, honey?"
Jeno is doing more. He touched the hand of Ara who was sitting across from him. This makes Ara go to the sky.
Jeno's treatment is so sweet. Ara feels that she is the luckiest woman in the world because she is the only one that Jeno stares at.
