‘...It still doesn’t make sense. Why the hell had I laughed like that?’
He set the bottle down on the table and crossed his arms.
He still didn’t understand it.
Why?
He’d been stuck on the same question for hours.
Why did being held by Yueul ease his stress?
Why did he calm down without even doing anything?
Why the hell did he laugh like an idiot, right in front of him?
He kept turning it over in his mind, but none of it added up.
“That damn weasel must’ve seduced me.”
It wasn’t the first time.
Just thinking about their last time together made it obvious—Yueul was messing with his head.
Wooheon let out a long breath and uncrossed his arms.
He’d spent a good while in his snake form, but it didn’t feel like he’d rested at all.
His headache started to throb again, and the scales that had once retreated now began to surface.
Ever since Yueul showed up, nothing had gone the way it was supposed to.
Everything he once kept in perfect control was unraveling into pure chaos.
