Wooheon sighed and read over the notebook once more.
[Wanna have sex?]
[Mr. Kang, aren’t you feeling stressed?]
[If you’re too stressed before going after the Wan-In Sect, it would hinder the outcome of our task. Wouldn’t it be better to relieve it with me?]
[Teach me how to have sex!]
So much of it was scribbled over, proof that he had agonized over every word.
‘...What a shameless little slutsel.’
Wooseok had obviously put him up to this.
And yet, this stupid little slutsel actually took it seriously and fretted over how to phrase it.
Wooheon placed the notebook back on the desk and lay flat on the floor to peek under the bed.
The small weasel was still curled up, too mortified to move.
“Mr. Lee Yueul, I see that you have grown a liking for sex. You can come out now.”
At those words, the weasel jerked its head up and let out an indignant ‘Shreeeek!’
“Oh? So you’re saying that’s not true? Then what was all that in the notebook?”
