But Jihoon only chuckled, clearly enjoying the moment. He finally relented, getting to his feet and offering her a hand. "Come on, don't be mad, wifey," he said, his tone still teasing but with a hint of genuine affection. "I couldn't help myself."
Jiho hesitated for a moment, her irritation still simmering just beneath the surface. But as she looked at Jihoon's playful, yet earnest expression, her anger began to melt away, replaced by a reluctant smile. She took his hand and allowed him to pull her up, though she made sure to give him a firm swat on the arm as a warning.
"Next time, just greet me like a normal person," she muttered, her tone still tinged with annoyance, but softer now, more forgiving.
Jihoon grinned, leaning in to peck her on the cheek. "I'll try, but no promises."
