Lee byung-hun.

creating meaningless stories until they become famous I kissed her forehead and squeezed her in my arms, I wanted to keep her in a sturdy box so no one would hurt her Uhm... you're here, baby she murmured sleepily. Honey, what mobster do they call a baby? I moaned. She shifted against my chest and pressed her arm around my waist and her leg over mine, pulling me to her. To you he replied you are my baby. A sincere smile formed on my lips. I can be whatever you want.* I smiled*

I kissed her forehead and squeezed her in my arms, wanting to keep her in a sturdy box so no one would hurt her. “Uhm… you came, baby,” she murmured sleepily. “Honey, what mobster do they call a baby?” I whined. She shifted against my chest and squeezed my waist with her arm and leg over mine, pulling me to her. “You,” she replied, “are my baby.” A genuine smile formed on my lips. “I can be anything you want.”