Unfamiliar territory. Don't tell me I died and transmigrated into another book?! The last book I read was 2 days ago—Is it that one?
The room he woke up in wasn't one that he recognized. Confirming before panicking, Cheon Areum sat up on the bed. Someone was sleeping at the end of the bed, close to his feet. Using his arms as a pillow, Yoon Seoyul was half on the mattress and half on the ground, but that didn't seem to matter much as he slept peacefully, as if the world had ended and he had nothing else to do. His condition must be really exhausting for him to be able to sleep here.
The bedroom was befitting Yoon Seoyul's filthy-rich status—spacious, luxurious, and meticulously arranged. Suddenly, he missed his old bedroom. He had never really appreciated his bedroom as much as he was now.
"Hey, Yoon Seoyul."
