“If you don’t want to, there’s no need to force yourself. After all, nothing would happen unless you were willing.”
‘...What do I do now?’
Conflicted thoughts swirled in Yueul’s mind, and his round ears twitched.
Wooheon barely resisted the urge to click his tongue at the sight.
Yueul’s eyes darted around, avoiding his gaze entirely.
It was painfully obvious how reluctant he was, which only bruised Wooheon’s pride.
He bit his lip in frustration.
“I don’t want to be with you either, Mr. Lee. I prefer someone who gives clear answers—someone who tells me they like it when I touch them here or there. People like you, who are frustratingly unresponsive, are the worst. You think I wanted this? I asked because you promised last time—nothing more.”
Wooheon shot back without even pausing for breath.
His rapid-fire words felt utterly trivial to the situation, but Yueul didn’t see it that way.
He was completely disoriented by the harsh tone and the speed of Wooheon’s words.
