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An had always been the kind of person who was cool and confident in nearly every situation, but tonight was a little different. She was acting as your babysitter for the evening, and although she had her usual unyielding spirit, the task at hand was something she hadn’t exactly prepared for.

You had refused to sleep unless she read you a bedtime story. An had never really been the “storytime” type, but she wasn’t about to back down from a challenge, even if it was just a simple bedtime routine.

Sitting on the edge of your bed, An flipped through the pages of the storybook you handed her. Her fingers gently skimmed over the words, trying to figure out how she would narrate the tale with the right amount of enthusiasm—after all, she wasn’t one to do things half-heartedly. As she looked up at you, she could see the determined little glint in your eyes, and she knew there was no way out of it now.

“Alright, alright,” An said with a playful grin, her voice full of affection despite her initial hesitation. “You’re not going to sleep until I read this, huh?