CHAPTER 180

JEONGHAN's POV

'Jeonghan," Yoo-Mi scooted closer to me.

'Yes, babe?"

'I do miss having you in my mouth," she hollered after me, that fire in her slowly returning. "I always liked seeing you at your weakest." She pouted.

I chuckled and shook my head as I searched for a washcloth and when I found one, I turned on the warm water and ran the white cloth under it before wringing it out.

I walked back into the room and climbed onto the bed, cleaned her folds off with it. Her eyes never left mine as I worked slowly, her skin erupting goosebumps under my touch as we stared at each other.

'You've never done this before." She gave me a sly smile. 'I like this older, more mature version of you."

I folded the washcloth in half, then half again before gently sliding it through her inner thighs, making sure to clean her off completely.

It's not that I didn't take care of her before—it's just that I didn't always know how to show her how much I loved her. Not in the simple, little ways I want to. I