"…!"
Lee Wooshin's usually calm and cold face was now filled with an almost **wild** passion.
Face to face with him, Han Seoryeong felt her body heat up—even though snow had been falling relentlessly for days.
*Do men usually show such a face?*
*Do they look at women with such a fierce gaze?*
She couldn't imagine it. Even during lovemaking, she had never seen her husband's face.
Dark, deep, somber eyes—like a bottomless abyss—pierced her with an unfiltered gaze. Even before and after losing her sight, Seoryeong had never encountered such a heavy stare. A gaze that sometimes felt like a *challenge.*
Different from Song Ukchan's disgusted look, Lee Wooshin's eyes burned with a bitter and regretful fire, trembling strangely beneath his cold expression.
It made her want to close her eyes and turn away, as she usually did.
"Ugh…!"
As Seoryeong continued to try to evade, the man's rough force once again lowered her head. He bit and sucked on her lips, as if holding back something that kept urging to come out.
As if trying to satisfy an unquenchable thirst, he kept biting.
Until finally Seoryeong's lip tore—and she tasted blood in her mouth.
"It hurts… this… *hurts*…"
The act of sharing warmth had now turned into gluttony.
Lee Wooshin sucked the blood slowly, as if it were sweet. He didn't even use his tongue—just the movement of his lips touching and moving away, creating an embarrassing wet sound.
"Haah…"
Seoryeong's lips, which had been dry at first, were now wet and sticky.
She lost all sense of time. She didn't know if seconds or minutes had passed as their lips continued to touch. Their hot breaths exchanged repeatedly. Their cheekbones pressed against each other, making breathing heavier.
But her initially frozen lips were now *throbbing,* and her heart—which had slowed to dangerous levels—briefly beat fast again.
The sound of breath from the man's nose was rough and suggestive.
But he restrained himself—never actually entering her mouth, as if it were a boundary that shouldn't be crossed. Although his tongue sometimes moved slightly, Seoryeong could only think:
*His self-control is incredible.*
"Haah…"
Finally, he released her lips and immediately touched her neck.
Seoryeong seized that moment and exclaimed, like someone who felt deceived:
"Instructor! I didn't mean… to *kiss*—"
"That wasn't a kiss."
"What?"
"I didn't use my tongue at all." His voice was matter-of-fact. "So how could that be considered a kiss?"
Seoryeong swallowed her breath and tried to clarify their misunderstanding, but that was all the response she got.
With a furrowed brow, she asked again:
"Then… what was that?"
"It's more effective than pinching your cheeks, isn't it?"
"…!"
"You yourself said not to pinch your cheeks anymore."
Lee Wooshin licked his lips—wet with saliva—and smiled thinly.
Seoryeong's eyes reflexively were drawn to the man's mouth, now red and swollen, and his tongue, which looked even redder.
Her stomach felt strange.
"Your skin color has improved, and your lips aren't blue anymore." He tilted his head. "What's the problem?"
"But… why did you move your lips like that?"
"How else should I have done it?"
*I thought we were just going to talk to stay awake?*
"In that case," Wooshin said slowly, "let's talk about my annoying wife."
"She's… not that bad, is she…"
"This is funny." His smile was cold. "Do you even know who my wife is?"
"Then… what do we want to talk about here, Instructor? That's the only topic we have in common!"
"Alright. Go ahead." His eyes gleamed. "This will be entertaining."
But before she could say anything, those hot lips pressed against hers again.
"――!"
Lee Wooshin gripped her jaw and forced her mouth wider. She wanted to push the man away, but her arms were trapped in the thick jacket and couldn't lift up. She could only move them downwards, not upwards.
He devoured Seoryeong's breath again, biting her lips and rubbing their skin together.
Under the man's rough control, her body swayed weakly.
"Actually, I also have a lot I want to say."
He spoke with a challenging tone, taking advantage of the brief pause between their kisses.
"My wife wrote a list of men's names on a piece of paper."
"…!"
Seoryeong's eyes widened.
*She had just been talking nonsense earlier… but it turned out to be true?*
"She seems to spend her days with lewd thoughts when left alone."
"…!"
"And she thinks that just by opening her pretty eyes, everything will be resolved."
"…"
"She uses her body however she wants—whether it's in the mountains or at the beach."
"Where did you meet such a strange woman?"
Lee Wooshin silenced her again with a kiss.
His heavy breath mingled with Seoryeong's, becoming deeper and more uncontrolled. With the determination not to use his tongue, he pressed his mouth against her gums, sucking on her lower teeth as if wanting to pull them out.
Her jaw, held tightly, felt numb.
And as she swallowed the naturally flowing saliva, something tightened in her lower abdomen.
It was a warmth she **shouldn't** have felt—a warmth that triggered guilt.
Seoryeong weighed his earlier words.
*Is my husband bad at kissing?*
*Kim Hyeon… he was very innocent, indeed.*
Finally, Lee Wooshin sucked on her lips hard enough to make a "plop" sound when he released them.
Their trembling gazes met.
His face looked shameless, while Seoryeong was confused.
But as time passed, a flash of regret began to appear in his eyes as well.
No… not regret.
More like *disappointment.*
He looked like someone suffocating.
*Even if he bit the lips of a corpse, his expression probably wouldn't be that shaken.*
*A big mistake.*
As soon as she read that expression, Seoryeong actually felt relieved.
*Thank goodness—if this was just a misunderstanding, then it could be forgotten easily.*
"You could have just gone all the way."
Changing the subject was always the best way to ease tension. She pretended not to notice her hot lips and continued:
"With your personality, it must be crazy to just leave such an annoying wife."
"…"
"Because it couldn't be resolved, it turned into trauma. You started criticizing people for small things, like biting lips." She met his eyes. "You need to fix your attitude if you want to be able to work with others."
"Hah…"
"If you feel a little better now, just consider it a debt of gratitude."
Suddenly, the man seemed to lose energy and slumped, his chin resting on the top of Seoryeong's head.
Every time he took a deep breath, Seoryeong's hair swayed, tickled by his exhalation.
"If I were you," she said quietly, "I wouldn't let your wife get away so easily."
She briefly imagined her husband writing a list of women's names on a piece of paper.
That thought burned her chest far hotter than the warmth Lee Wooshin was providing.
Straightening up, Seoryeong spoke again:
"You must have picked people based on looks, so you ended up with someone weird."
"And you yourself didn't pay attention to looks when you met someone, Sergeant Han Seoryeong?"
"I didn't see anything back then." Her voice softened. "I was blind with love."
"And the result?"
"…"
Seoryeong fell silent, unable to answer.
At that moment, Lee Wooshin's expression changed—as if he were assessing something.
"But, Han Seoryeong…"
His face stiffened as he gritted his teeth.
"What have you been doing all this time?"
"What do you mean?"
Afraid that the man would bring up the kiss again, Seoryeong pretended not to understand.
Lee Wooshin's eyes narrowed sharply.
"What part do you think you've been touching?"
"…!"
Their gazes locked again.
The sharp, reproachful eyes made Seoryeong immediately pull her hand away from his groin.
It turned out her hand had wandered there while she was looking for a warm spot.
*I thought you were busy melting my lips.*
Seoryeong looked away and gave a nervous excuse:
"Sorry, I wasn't aware. My hands were cold, and that's… the warmest place."
"…"
"I didn't think it was some kind of heater, but it was very *useful.*"
"This is ridiculous…" he muttered, as if cursing.
But Seoryeong immediately retorted:
"But you slipped your fingers into my hand too!"
"…!"
"And this isn't training—this is a real situation. You're really stingy, keeping all the warmth to yourself." She huffed. "We need to *share* the warmth."
Instead of pulling her hand away, she actually slipped both her hands deeper under the man's groin.
*Ah… this is definitely the warmest place.*
She vaguely felt something beginning to harden beneath her palms—but in her frozen state, she could only be grateful for the warmth.
At that moment, Lee Wooshin angrily lifted his arm from her shoulder and grumbled:
"Enough. Get out."
He forcefully pulled down the zipper of their thick jacket so Seoryeong could escape.
**Bang, bang—!**
The sound of thuds and falling chunks of ice echoed like a hailstorm.
Looking up, she saw the spiked soles of someone's boots moving above them.
"Team Leader!"
A familiar voice echoed.
The person descending with a rope, wearing a safety harness on his upper and lower body, was Instructor Jin Hoje. He took off his goggles and exclaimed with relief:
"Are you both alright? I moved as soon as I received the signal!"
Several other instructors also descended the ice wall.
Seoryeong immediately checked the long rope being tied around Lee Wooshin.
*He was safe.*
And the large man had also calmed down.
Finally, it was time to go home.