His tense expression loosened up the more I ticklish him. He laughed, twisting and squirming under my fingers, trying to escape. I didn't let him, though. There was no way I let him off this easily. I loved hearing his voice, a guttural sound wave that had recently become a piece of music to my ears. Every time that happened, my lips quirked up subconsciously, forming a smile on my face. My heart swelled with exhilaration as my ears listened to the soft pearl of laughter that escaped from rosy, plump lips, sounding like the purr of an adorable cat. If it didn't look conspicuous, I would have asked for my phone from Hwa and started recording this voice so I could listen to it every night before I went to bed.
This time, there was no difference. I beamed from ear to ear, knowing that he did
