“Seriously, if you’ve got someone to sleep with, why didn’t you get it done before you started growing scales?”
“He’s not someone to sleep with.”
“Then are you keeping him around to eat him?”
At the mention of ‘eating,’ Yueul, who had been hissing moments ago, suddenly fell silent.
The weasel scurried deeper into the corner under the bed, trembling.
‘Eat me? How could they say something so horrible...?’
“He’s a partner from the association. I let him stay because he had no place to go. And it’s none of your business.”
“None of my business, huh? Judging by the look of things, you’re raising him to enjoy him bit by bit.”
The black scales on Wooheon’s arm appeared and disappeared rapidly as his stress levels skyrocketed after Suhyeon’s arrival.
“Just leave already.”
“When you get stressed out, you collapse, don’t you? You’re already showing scales. What if you pass out and crack your head open?”
“I’m about to collapse right now because of you, so get lost.”
