Up until a moment ago, he had managed to avoid dwelling on the fact that he just had sex in his own bedroom.
But now, even that was weighing on him.
How much of his routine had this weasel managed to shatter in a single day?
Wooheon let his head drop back against the wall, glancing into the interview room.
The slow loris anthropomorph was seated inside, as quiet as ever.
The only one talking was Yueul.
But if there was one thing different from before....
The slow loris’s eyes, usually dull and lifeless, looked bright.
“...I don’t get it.”
‘What kind of ability does that weasel even have?’
Wooheon had listened to everything Yueul said.
But there was nothing special about it.
He was just rambling about himself, asking what the slow loris liked, what it disliked.
Wooheon furrowed his brows and shut his eyes.
His mind drifted back to when Yueul had bathed him.
That soft, gentle touch.
That smooth, easygoing voice.
