[Eng]Mr. & Mrs. Cassano (FF Vincenzo)✔

Cha ~ Longing Space

Since he left, I have never been able to sleep well because I miss him and worry about him.

Now, after I met him again, I couldn't sleep even more.

His face was pictured so clearly in my mind. His hug was still warm on my body. And the kiss still feels damp on my lips. I can still feel his tongue playing in my mouth -- I don't want to brush my teeth, by the way, at least until I see my client tomorrow afternoon.

I shifted the bedroom window, letting fresh air enter my stuffy lungs. Inzaghi perched on the sill, as usual. I grabbed the bag of grain, gave it a midnight snack.

Do you guys wonder why Inzaghi is in my house?

No, this isn't my house, it's Vincenzo's rented house in Geumga Plaza. I moved here about eight months ago and rented out my father's house to a newlywed couple.

If you think I moved away because I missed him too much, you're not completely right. Yes, by living here, I can feel the traces of him which can treat my longing a little. But I have a more pressing reason than that.

I need money.

Successfully resolving the Babel Group case made Jipuragi crowded with new clients. Unfortunately, those who came were those from underprivileged families and didn't have enough money to hire good lawyers to defend their cases. Even though I am being paid little, I am still their defender. I followed in my father's footsteps, becoming a public defender fighting for justice.

But I still need money for my daily life and managing Jipuragi. Especially now that there are two lawyers who have resigned from Wusang and joined me, my juniors Seo Seong Wan and Choi Ae Ra. Even though they don't ask big fees, but I still have to pay them, and Mr. Nam of course.

I like to defend poor people who need justice, but I also hope there are rich people who hire my services.

Still unable to sleep, I decided to study the labor exploitation case I was working on at the moment. But my concentration broke when I was about to take a pen. Next to my pencil case lay a plane ticket to Malta. Vincenzo gave me this ticket. I'm leaving next week for Malta, then he's gonna pick me up on his private island, Palli ...

Pagli ...

Hm ...

Jipuragi Island, I'll just call it that.

I don't know how long I'll be on vacation there, he just gave me a ticket to go, but didn't give me a ticket to back home.

Doesn't he want me to go back to Korea?

Moreover, he said, he has prepared a special room for me.

Aigoo, what a wild mind you are, Hong Cha Young!

This must be the effect of the kiss earlier, driving me crazy, crazy with love.

Uh, why is our meeting so brief, Vincenzo Quassano? Just one day, no, not even a few hours. I'm still not satisfied seeing you. For the past year I have been able to be patient and survive without you. But at our parting this time, I couldn't help but miss you so much. It's still three hours twenty-seven minutes and thirty-three seconds after our meeting, and I miss you half to death already.

This is all your fault! It was your fault that suddenly kissed my lips, then just walked away, leaving me in a trap called longing. Your kiss is like morphine that makes me addicted.

I want it again.

I want it more ...

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