Chapter 129: Chie Hoshino

The next day.

As the first light of dawn began to break, An He slipped out of Sagiri Amamiya’s room. He thought he had made a seamless exit, but no sooner had he passed Saori Amamiya’s door than it suddenly swung open. Before he could react, a small hand pulled him inside. He had barely regained his footing when his mouth was covered, and he felt the soft, moist sensation of lips against his own.

Watching Saori, who had her eyes closed and was standing on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around his neck to reach him, An He felt a mix of warmth and helplessness. He wrapped his arms around her slender waist. Saori, knowing how to save her energy, simply hung onto him like a koala when she realized he wasn’t resisting. More soft, sucking sounds filled the room.

After a long while, they broke apart. Seeing Saori’s flushed face, her eyes filled with mist, and the dark circles under her eyes that she couldn't hide, An He couldn't help but chuckle. He reached out to gently stroke the bridge of her nose and asked with curiosity, "Didn't sleep all night?"

"How could I possibly sleep with all that noise?" Saori muttered, her gaze full of resentment. They had planned to go shopping today, so she had gone to bed before ten last night, only to be kept awake by the strange, gasping sounds coming from her sister’s room at eleven. Although the sounds were muffled, they were still audible in the quiet suburban villa, especially to someone with hearing as sensitive as hers. She had tried to ignore it, but as the sounds grew louder, she found it impossible to focus on anything else. That concern had kept her up from eleven until five in the morning.

Thinking of this, the girl let out a massive yawn. "So sleepy," she whispered, looking into An He’s eyes with a pitiful expression, pleading, "My dear husband, could you tuck me into bed?"

"With the greatest pleasure." An He smiled, kissed her forehead, and scooped her up, carrying her toward the large pink bed in the center of the room. He gently placed her down, but to his surprise, she didn't let go.

"What’s wrong?" An He asked.

The girl didn't speak; instead, a cunning smile of success spread across her face as she leaned up to kiss him again.

It wasn't until the sun was high in the sky that An He finally left Saori’s room. She had been lulled into a deep sleep, while An He, after that little detour, felt no trace of fatigue. A breeze blew through the open balcony window into the living room. After stretching, he headed downstairs, thinking he would go for a run—a long-overdue bit of exercise.

To his surprise, when he reached the first