Chapter 1

Four drops of lavender oil fell onto a smooth, white back.

A pair of hands spread the fragrant oil out gently. They wrapped around the shoulders and then circled under the armpits.

First strongly, then weakly and strongly again.

The hands that pressed rhythmically and came down to the waist, climbed up the back again, as if they were performing a dance.

“Ah…”

A drowsy groan echoed down the small hall of the massage room. Just as the person was about to fall asleep, a languid voice broke the silence of the room.

“Wow… You have very strong hands.”

Taking the oil out of the kit, Sua smiled amiably, dropping two more drops on her slender waist.

“Does it hurt? “

“No, it’s really good and relaxing. I’m really glad I could experience such luxury in my life. I really have no luck in winning.”

Even though she put the receipt from the local mart in the event box, she didn’t expect to win. So, she didn’t even look at the catalogue. But when she learned that she had won a full body massage ticket, she suspected it to be voice phishing.

Sua smirked and touched the towel covering her hips.

“I’ll just lower it a little.”

Sua folded the towel to reveal her hip bone and glanced down at the right side of her back.

His eyes became sharp as he carefully looked at the ‘

Then he picked the most modest picture and presented it to Seung-won with great care.

“Here, take a look. Isn’t it nice?”

Seung-won picked up a teacup and blew the white steam away. He rolled his eyes and looked into the cell phone.

A face without makeup, a modest hairstyle, and a clear, pure smile.

Although she did her best to imitate a respectable lady, the subtly raised corners of her exhausted eyes could not be concealed.

“Tsk tsk.”

Seung-won clicked his tongue and closed his eyes. Anyway, if she was truly a descendant of Ho-in, he had to keep her by his side. So it was not the right time to be picky about tastes. After taking a sip of tea, Seung-won lowered his cup and raised his dark eyebrows.

“Myo-han.”

It was the real name of the 200-year-old cat spirit. Myo-han, who had the face of the 55-year-old Do Byung-cheon, straightened his spine right away when he heard his owner say his name.

“Yes, Wolho.”

The tip of the long white finger gently rubbed the rim of the cup.

“If this time….”

Wolho’s silver eyes on the face of the 34-year-old Ji Seung-won flashed fiercely at Myo-han.

“I know how to pull your liver out.”

Byung-cheon, who reflectively swallowed his saliva, responded reverently.

“This time it is clear. Yes, of course it is.”

Of course, he did not check the pattern himself, but this time, he was assuring without verifying ….

Seung-won turned his gaze out of the window, pretending not to hear the grumbling sound. With a slightly cooled lotus Ieaf tea in his mouth, he looked at the morning of Seoul from a distance.

The next 150 days.

It was too short of a time for him, who had lived for 999 years. If this was truly his last chance, he couldn’t make any mistakes.

An antique ceramic cup was gently placed on a cup holder with a crescent moon pattern. The enchanting eyes, filled with spirit and elegance, were sharply bent.

“Find out where she is. I have to check it myself.”