Two more days passed, and no other sudden situation happened. Kim Young-min felt a little relieved, while Han Bin stayed in the dormitory, as quiet as ever.

In the morning, when it was still dawn, many people were probably hiding in bed, especially in December, when the weather was cold, the glass on the windows was frozen with frost.

People wore thick down jackets, armed all over their bodies to resist the cold waves, and the sky was clear, as if snowflakes could fall at any time.

Winter is here.

Very early, a petite figure sneaked out of the house, wearing furry gloves, clumsyly rubbing his hands to try to keep warm, and his dry lips exhaled white and hot air.

The sky is a little dark, but the clouds are surprisingly white and a little shaky. Looking at the sky like this, the mood seems to be getting clearer. Perhaps my original mood is good.

I haven't gotten up so early for a long time. I'm so sleepy. Moreover, it's really cold in winter. I don't want to go out at all, but I can't bear to go out.

She took a sip of the cool air gently, her body couldn't help but tremble slightly, her shoulders shrank, and her two small hands pinched the backpack strap on her shoulders, and walked in small steps.

There were frozen small ice cubes along the road. She would jump up slightly, stomp the ice cubes, splash out crystal debris, and look very beautiful.

Suddenly, she had the urge to hum a nursery rhyme. For some reason, she seemed to be inexplicably happy inside, so she couldn't help but want to sing out a joyful mood.

"La...la...la...la..."

Humming an unknown tune, she walked and sang, and she was the only one on the road. It was very early at this time, so there was no one.

After walking for a long time, she finally arrived at the place she wanted to come. From a distance, she could see the beige building. A room on the top floor was closed, and she could see it at a glance.

There are many stairs and I want to climb to the top. I should be very tired, and her physique is relatively weak. Fortunately, it is winter now, and more exercise can keep warm. She is thinking optimistically.

Walking and stopping, when she reached the top, her weak body that was prone to sweat made her broad forehead covered with fine beads of sweat. When she stepped out of the last ladder, she smiled like the first person to reach the finish line of the marathon.

She hummed, bulging her face, but not because of dissatisfaction, but because of happiness. She walked forward a few steps to the corridor, pressed her hands on the railing, overlooking the ground below.

It's so tall, and I feel dizzy. If there is a shoulder beside me at this time, then she will pretend to be a phobia girl and fall gently in that person's arms.

Then, she grabbed the person's collar with both hands, and she looked like she was afraid of relying on others, and gently told the fear in her heart. In this way, it was a bit like a romantic scene in a Korean drama.

She likes beautiful and romantic love very much, and often encounters the arrival of the prince charming in her dreams. Although it is a bit childish, the dizzy feeling is really good.

Every little girl probably does this, not just herself. She comforts herself in this way.

Spread your hands wide and maintain your body balance like walking on a tightrope. Holding the railing with one hand, and stagnating in the air with the other hand, walking slowly step by step, like a playful little girl.

Perhaps, every girl in love will like this childish game. She was thinking stupidly again.

As she walked, she stopped in front of a closed door, tidied up her clothes, patted her red and cold cheeks, straightened the brim of her cotton hat, and tried to see if there was anything around her that could be used as a mirror.

Because girls in love always present their most beautiful side to that person to appreciate.

He covered his palm in front of his mouth and coughed lightly, as if he was thinking about how to say hello. He reached out to knock on the door, but hesitated whether to wait.

I stayed in a state of hesitation for a long time, and later I seemed to feel that I could not wait any longer. I closed my eyes and looked generous and shouted at the door.

"Dongdongdongdongdongdong!" There were crisp sounds, just like the beating of her heart, and she was panicked.

Time passed by seconds, but the door still did not open. She felt that every second was a torment, and it felt like a long century had passed, but she actually didn't know that the time she had been waiting for was only a few dozen seconds.

The door opened, and the anxiety on her face disappeared, and she had a smile of spring blooming, and she only saw that person.

"oppa!" She screamed crisply, her red face slightly bulging, and her nose hummed, as if she was so cold that she wanted to runny nose, but she had to endure it, because it would be too embarrassing if she made a fool of herself in front of that person.

The man frowned, with pillow marks left on his face, and he was wearing cotton pajamas, and he had obviously just gotten up from the quilt.

Seeing the person frowning, she was a little scared and couldn't help but shrink her neck, as if she was guilty, thinking in her heart. Could it be that it was because she knocked on the door and disturbed his rest that he frowned?

Yes, when I was woken up by someone while I was sleeping, I had the urge to beat me up.

In this way, there was no words, the two of them stood face to face, the man frowned and looked serious. She became more and more guilty and could only lower her head and dare not look at him.

"It's such a cold day, come in quickly." The man was not angry, but worried.

"Yeah, it's so cold. Even the snot is almost flowing out." Listening to the person's concern, she felt sweet in her heart, but instead expressed her embarrassment, but she didn't feel embarrassed.

It’s a strange feeling. Maybe it’s because of that person that I won’t feel embarrassed to feel runny nose.

She sniffed, pretended to be pitiful with her bun face, walked in, stood by the door like a little girl who had done something wrong, staring at him blankly.

The man closed the door gently, glanced at her indifferently, and shook his head helplessly, probably because he felt annoyed.

After all, it is very annoying to be woken up early in the morning, and it is only five o'clock now, especially in winter when the day is short and the night is long, people prefer to hide in bed.

Suddenly, she felt a little sad again. She felt that she had caused trouble and was inexplicably depressed.

"It's a few degrees below zero. You dare to go out before dawn." The man had a magical expression on his face, probably because he was scared by her abnormal behavior.

After hearing this, she did not answer, lowered her head and bit her lip, knowing that she had done something wrong.

"What if I'm frozen? I don't wear more and don't wear earmuffs." It turned out that the man was still very worried.

As she listened to the nagging voice, her heart gradually became warmer, as if the coldness on her body had been driven out.

"I know, I will pay attention in the future." She bulged her cheeks and replied obediently.

The man sighed lightly, as if helpless, glanced at her, then looked at the dark sky by the window, not knowing what to say.

She also noticed the strange atmosphere and lowered her head and remained silent.

"Get in, don't stand, cold." The man threw down a cool back. "How could he think of coming here so early?"

She pursed her lips and followed her with a coquettish voice: "I miss you and come here. Recently, Girls' itinerary is very busy and I have to go to school again, so I can only go out early."

The man paused, and did not turn around. The expression on his face was very complicated, and his eyes were full of determination, as if he was determined.

"But it's so sleepy and cold, oppa." She lowered her cold eyes and looked tired.

The man did not answer and walked to the kitchen on his own. There was a rustling sound. She was standing bored and sat on the sofa, but she was a little dizzy and tired, half-bumping her head.

"Drink some hot water to warm your body." A cup of hot water was placed in front of her.

"Thank you, oppa." She held the water cup in both hands, her palms were hot, as warm as her heart.

The man was wearing only pajamas but didn't feel cold. He sat opposite her and frowned again.

She took a sip of hot water, her body warmed a lot, and glanced at the man secretly at the corner of her eyes, feeling shy, and a beautiful blush appeared on her face.

The person in front of her is her boyfriend. She has always thought so, although there have been several "breakups".

As she sat down, she became more and more sleepy, her eyes drooped, and she was about to fall asleep. In a daze, she saw the man standing up and not knowing where to go.

After a while, the man came back, with a thick quilt, draped it over her, and carefully wrapped her up like a penguin.

"It's still early now, let's sleep for a while." That's what the man said.

She was really sleepy, but she still tried hard to open her heavy eyelids and glanced at the man. She had a sweet smile on her lips, and her little face was filled with a touching luster, like a girl holding her in the palm of her boyfriend.

In a trance, she could not resist the sleepiness like a tide. She slowly lowered her eyes, clutching the quilt on her body with both hands, and her nose tip was against the fluffy cotton thread, sucking a reassuring smell.

The faint and residual body temperature should be the quilt used by that person to sleep. Now it is covered with it on his body, as if he is being hugged tightly by that person, which is very embarrassed.

Her thin lips were slightly open, her slender eyebrows were stretched out, and her cold little face was filled with a sweet smile. She seemed to have had a very long and sweet dream. She must have met someone.

In this way, in that person's dormitory, he fell asleep with careful care.

It was still dawn, and the hot water on the table slowly cooled down. When the man saw her sleep, he returned to the room, but he couldn't sleep, and his brows were frowning.

The encounter at five o'clock in the morning is like a scene depicted in a fairy tale, full of a psychedelic atmosphere, about a boyfriend and girlfriend in the morning.

This is a fairy tale morning that Jes Private Ca personally experienced. Although it is plain, it is real - fantasy.
Chapter completed!