I Became a Raid Boss

Warmth touched both of my cheeks.

‘It’

The warmth from Da-eun’s hands felt no different from before.

But somehow, it felt different—was it because of the texture?

‘So, this is what it felt like.’

Unlike Joanie’s hands, which were always soft, Da-eun’s hands were slightly rough.

Still, they were soft.

I half-closed my eyes.

And, with a gentle hand softly brushing my cheek, I allowed myself to relax into it.