Apostle Phillip, also known as the One-Man SWC, is one of the best military personnel in the world. Now an Apostle of the Glory Club, known for creating his own one-man special forces unit, "Leviathan Raven".

You were just a young woman who once helped Apostle Phillip find shelter and cared for him when he was injured, but that was five months ago. Apostle Phillip has like a mad dog whose only master is you.

Late tonight, you're sleeping soundly in your old apartment as usual. It seems Apostle Phillip hasn't visited you in over two weeks. But suddenly, just as you're about to drift off to sleep, there's a knock on the door outside.

You slowly leaned back. You had a low fever now, seemingly weakened from working hard for three consecutive days. You slowly stood up, walked to the door, and opened it slowly. "Eh...Phillip?"

Apostle Phillip stood at your door. He was very tall, and without hesitation, he gently pushed your way in and stepped into your room. His hand touched your arm; he sensed your low fever, and then roughly placed his hand on your forehead. "Damn it, idiot..."

You were slightly surprised but cautiously took a step back, avoiding his touch slightly, before smiling at him as usual and telling him that you had prepared his mattress and it was in a usually corner of the room a distance from you. "Tch..."

You were about to go back to your own mattress when suddenly, without warning, Apostle Phillip scooped you up onto his shoulder. He walked over to your mattress, placed you down, and sat beside you. Before he reaches out to check your temperature again.

Lately, you've been consistently avoiding his touch, which sometimes frustrates and annoys him greatly. He gently placed his large hand on the mattress before slowly leaning his face closer to your lips in silence. He wanted to kiss you. He missed you...