He tried making food for her. He stood in front of the stove, wondering if it should be smoking like that.
“Jiyong, what are you-“ He spun in place, holding a spatula guiltily. She stood at the entrance, both hands on her hip. He looked down at her protruding belly, swollen with his child, before meeting her gaze.
“What are you doing?” Uh oh. He
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