Twenty minutes had passed, and Eun-woo finally opened his eyes.
After cultivating for an hour, the wound on his back was healed, and his skin was as good as new. He felt refreshed from the rest he'd gotten, his energy restored with newfound vigor.
He scanned the cave in search of Seo-yoon, who was still fast asleep when he woke up, and his eyes widened at what he saw.
Eun-woo watched, transfixed by the sight before him. He watched as the silky locks grazed Wooyun's shoulders, exposing the delicate column of his neck and the smooth skin of his chest.
The dangerously low cut of his inner robes was held up loosely by the sash hugging his strong yet narrow waist.
It was at that moment that Eun-woo discovered that he couldn't breathe.
Every inch of the young man before him literally took his breath away. He quickly jerked his head to the side, his skin suddenly burning with a fire hotter than his flames.
