This was frustrating as hell. They’

This was frustrating as hell. They’d dropped their language, and gone out for proper dates for more than a month. Sure, there was handholding and goodnight kisses, and sometimes, she could feel his need as strongly as hers, but they did NOTHING more.

“Stupid jerk made of steel,” she grimaced, “damned if I don’t do something about this. Argh, I’m going crazy!”

That lunk must be overthinking again.

They had talked about it – this disparity in their status and rank. She respected the fact that he’d worked so hard to get where he was, but they both knew that he was unlikely to rise much further, even if he slogged his ass off to get those paper qualifications. Maybe if they got married, she could transfer to another camp, but she liked seeing him too much to do that now. Sure, she saw plenty of ripped hunks every day, but only his stoic face, that determined jaw, rugged physique, and that butt – don’t forget the pert butt – gave her the fluttery feeling. He never said much, but when he did, it was measured and concise. He was such a doofus too – his jokes were so deadpan she sometimes couldn’t tell if he was kidding or not.

“Goodnight, see you tomorrow.” She pulled away from him reluctantly. It was always hard to say goodbye.

Myung-joo walked up to her second floor apartment and unlocked the door. She had inherited it from her grandmother, and though it was old and not very big, she preferred staying there at the weekend. Too many prying eyes at the barracks.

Damn, the bulb must have blown. I hope that didn’t short the whole apartment, she muttered. Aishh, it did.

She fumbled around in the dark, her mobile useless as a light source. Should’ve charged it before I went out. Damn damn damn damn damn.

“Is everything ok? I didn’t see the light come on from downstairs,” his voice rang out at the door.

“Yeah… no… I think there’s a short circuit. The board is in the storeroom. Trying to get there.”

“Hang on, I’ll go with you.” He switched on the light on his phone and she led the way

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This was frustrating as hell. They’d dropped their language, and gone out for proper dates for more than a month. Sure, there was handholding and goodnight kisses, and sometimes, she could feel his need as strongly as hers, but they did NOTHING more.“Stupid jerk made of steel,” she grimaced, “damned if I don’t do something about this. Argh, I’m going crazy!”That lunk must be overthinking again.They had talked about it – this disparity in their status and rank. She respected the fact that he’d worked so hard to get where he was, but they both knew that he was unlikely to rise much further, even if he slogged his ass off to get those paper qualifications. Maybe if they got married, she could transfer to another camp, but she liked seeing him too much to do that now. Sure, she saw plenty of ripped hunks every day, but only his stoic face, that determined jaw, rugged physique, and that butt – don’t forget the pert butt – gave her the fluttery feeling. He never said much, but when he did, it was measured and concise. He was such a doofus too – his jokes were so deadpan she sometimes couldn’t tell if he was kidding or not.“Goodnight, see you tomorrow.” She pulled away from him reluctantly. It was always hard to say goodbye.Myung-joo walked up to her second floor apartment and unlocked the door. She had inherited it from her grandmother, and though it was old and not very big, she preferred staying there at the weekend. Too many prying eyes at the barracks.Damn, bóng đèn phải có thổi. Tôi hy vọng rằng không ngắn toàn bộ căn hộ, cô muttered. Aishh, nó đã làm.Cô fumbled xung quanh trong bóng tối, cô mobile vô dụng như một nguồn ánh sáng. Nên đã tính phí nó trước khi tôi đi ra ngoài. Chết tiệt, chết tiệt, chết tiệt, chết tiệt, chết tiệt."Tất cả mọi thứ là ok? Tôi không thấy ánh sáng đi vào từ cái,"tiếng nói của mình rang cửa."Vâng... no... Tôi nghĩ rằng có ngắn mạch. Hội đồng quản trị là ở nhà kho. Cố gắng để đạt được điều đó.""Hàng, tôi sẽ đi với bạn." Ông chuyển ánh sáng trên điện thoại của mình và cô ấy đã dẫn đường