Namdong District Police Chief Do Yoon-jung was someone Go Muyeol had described as âa woman who gives the best head and fucks like a dream,â but at home, she was a remarkably dull and emotionless person.
Her morning routine began at precisely 6 AM.
The moment her alarm rang, she opened her eyes and stepped into the living room.
No murmuring about "Just five more minutes," no curling back into the sheets.
Even if external factors disrupted her routine, she would never allow herself to waver.
A stark contrast to the way she melted into Muyeolâs arms.
Her house wasnât at the level of a chaebolâs opulent mansion, but it was undeniably luxurious.
Still, it was tastefully doneânot excessive to the point of exuding nouveau riche vulgarity.
The interior was a mix of warm, antique wooden furniture and a slightly old-fashioned aesthetic rather than modern minimalism. It had a calming effect on her, even in the early hours of the morning.
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Despite the early hour, every light in the house was already on.
Since she, the head of the household, rose at 6 AM, the household staff had to wake up even earlierâno later than 5 AMâto prepare.
"Good morning."
"Yes, good morning."
Acknowledging the greeting with a nod, she walked into the kitchenâs adjoining dining area, where her husband was setting the table.
"You're awake, honey."
She gave a slight nod in response.
Her husband, a full-time homemaker, quickly pulled out a chair for her.
Do Yoon-jung naturally took a seat and unfolded the neatly stacked newspaper on the table.