The warmth spilling from Wooheon’s lips wasn’t just warmth anymore—it was pure heat, raw and burning.
His chest rose and fell as he exhaled sharply, closing his eyes for a brief moment before reopening them.
Instead of answering, he reached up and gripped Yueul’s head.
“Mr. Kang?”
The hand resting on Yueul’s head slowly slid down, wrapping around his throat.
Yueul blinked in confusion.
But when he looked up at Wooheon’s face, he didn’t see any signs of anger—only a deep, unfocused hunger.
“Hnn... ah....”
Reading the silent command, Yueul moved again.
Wooheon remained silent, his lips only parting slightly as he swallowed dryly.
The feeling was the same as earlier in the shower.
This damn weasel was seducing him, deliberately or not.
That was just how weasels were.
They looked small and harmless, but underneath, they were cunning little predators.
And just like his kind, Yueul hid something sharp beneath his innocent exterior.
