Mr.'s Heart Disease Can Be Cured

The back of her neck felt wet, and the woman got into the towel and put her head on the man's broad shoulders. "Are you awake?" The man's voice was magnetic and deep. "Yeah." "Have you washed up?" "Yeah." "What do you want to eat in the morning?" The man's well-jointed hands neatly cut off a small piece of apple and brought it to the woman's mouth. The happiest thing in the world is that the person you are madly in love with happens to treat you like a treasure. Dear Mr. Song, I have a heart disease that cannot be cured by love medicine. Would you like to treat it?