Thanh Van bit down the smile.
Kim Jihun's wide amber eyes stared at Thanh Van with an almost unfair amount of blame in his gaze.
It was not like Thanh Van strapped him down. Not to mention these two had left Thanh Van sprawled out in the hallway!
It was a miracle the plague doctors hadn't tried playing 'throw the dart' with butcher knives while using Thanh Van as the target. Especially when the door was busted open like that!
Thanh Van felt a flicker of annoyance itching in his spine - or maybe it was the parasites. He didn't want to think about it so he limped inside the study, his gaze gliding over the dark stains on the ground.
Ink. The empty bottle had rolled beneath Kim Jihun's chair.
Dust swirled in the room. Heavy maroon curtains pulled over the tall windows, hiding the outside world from view. Or hiding the inside from the public?
"Mmm-mM!"
