“...Shit. What the hell was I thinking, handing him over to Woohui?”
If he’d been thinking straight, he could’ve seen this coming.
But lately his brain had been slipping gears, turning him into a complete mess.
With a groan, he pressed his forehead against the door.
“He’s out of his damn mind.”
“Excuse me?”
Woohui, hearing the mutter, tossed out a curse.
Yueul blinked, looking like he’d just overheard something he shouldn’t.
Even with the door between them, calling Wooheon ‘out of his damn mind’ was bold.
He couldn’t help but stare at her in awe.
His wide, shining eyes made Woohui groan aloud.
‘Mating instinct, my ass. He likes him just because this weasel is so cute.’
Woohui didn’t need convincing.
She understood at once.
She and Wooheon had always shared the same taste.
When they were young, the two of them often clashed after turning into black mambas.
Because they wanted the same things, fights were inevitable.
