Lee Chang-wook stepped out of the hut, stretching his body.
"What a horrible night," he murmured, "I get to sleep on wooden beds!"
With a deep frown that rested on his forehead, he walked farther away from the hut he just came out from.
"Damn it," he groaned as he observed the marks on his body, "This is slowly ruining my perfect-"
He stopped short when he saw Min-ji sitting on the ground, just staring into space.
He straightened his shoulders, and walked over to where she sat with a fake smile sitting pretty on his face.
"Good morning darling," his silky voice jolted her out of her reverie.
She quickly whipped her head in his direction, "Oh, good morning. How was your sleep?"
He sighed deeply before sitting close to her, "Not so good," he coughed slightly.
"What happened?" She held his shoulder.
"Not used to wooden beds, it hurt my back so bad. Look at the marks on my arms," he showed her the ugly marks that were on his right arm.
