A Cure for the Young Master's Heartache

The nape of her neck grew damp as the woman slipped beneath the towel and rested her head on the man's broad, solid shoulder.

"Awake?" His voice was deep and magnetic.

"Mm."

"Have you washed up?"

"Mm."

"What would you like for breakfast?" With a deft motion, the man's long-fingered hand cut off a small piece of apple and brought it to her lips.

The greatest happiness in the world is when the person you're madly in love with happens to treasure you just as much.

Dear Mr. Song, I have a heart ailment that only love can cure. Will you be my doctor?