Sh Jia, taken aback by Jiho's disgusted expression, couldn't believe someone would be so repulsed by him. He bit his lip in embarrassment and lowered his head, feeling a mix of shame and confusion wash over him.
"W-wife, let's go," Joon Su hesitantly grabbed Jiho's hand with both of his hands, his eyes slightly red from the embarrassment of the situation. Being held like this, Jiho looked at him with surprise tinged with warmth, a flicker of something tender in her eyes.
Thump thump
A pained expression briefly crossed her face, her brows furrowing in discomfort, but she quickly regained her composure, a mask of indifference settling over her features, hiding the momentary vulnerability.
