"Did you sleep with him, Soojin-ah?" Yun Ki asks.
He knows he's asked a sensitive question.
One that doesn't permit him to look into the eyes of the one he's interrogated.
He's looking at his fabric clad leg, picking on the silk.
He wishes he could look up at her but that'd be awkward for both him and her.
The question was, rather racy.
He knew well that a part of Soojin would be taken aback upon hearing the words 'sleep' trip down his lips.
However, it was a question that was integral to him.
Hell, every time he even looked at Soojin, he wondered what she'd let the worse part of his duo do to her, behind sealed doors, doors of his own God-forsaken palace.
Scoundrel, he thought, clenching his fists, to the point that the stitches that had been embedded in his skin would crawl out from his risen blood pressure.
