"Tsk, it's okay to worry. She has a straight body like bamboo Parkpsticks," Yuna snorted in disgust, without realizing that on the other side there was Jihoon standing with folded arms. Staring at her.
"You didn't take her?" Yuna asked Jihoon.
"No, she brought a car."
"Oh, where's my credit card?"
"You didn't do your job well. You're just messing around and making us fight."
"You're just being stupid."
"Ish, what's wrong with you turning into an innocent girl and looking submissive to me so that she believes for a moment?"
"She would believe me more if I looked scary and not easily bullied, you idiot!"
"Shit," Jihoon grumbled and sat in front of Yuna who was still concentrating on her food. "You ... don't be late for eating," Jihoon said again seeing his wife eating languidly. "And about that, there's no need to think about it. We will still sleep together. Don't worry about it."
