NBFF 136

Rustle.

Oh Hyunseong stirred beneath his blanket.

His eyes were peacefully closed, but in reality, he had already woken up.

He was awake, yet for some reason, he didn’t feel like getting up.

He enjoyed this strangely indulgent lethargy—the desire to remain buried endlessly beneath his soft pillow and blanket.

It was a weekday, when countless people were probably rushing about with their busy lives.

The thought that he could spend the entire day lounging in bed if he wanted to was strangely enjoyable.

After all, there was no problem with doing farm work only when he felt like it.

“…Still, I should get up.”

Opening his eyes, Oh Hyunseong slowly raised his upper body.

He had long since let go of the obsessive habits he had developed during his days with the Special Operations Command, but he was afraid that if he kept this up, he might eventually turn…